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There are many who would say that I am a pain when I choose to make myself heard. 

Most times I prefer just laying out a foundation and sticking to the background.  I'd probably fit better as a Fender P-bass, but that's not an acoustic. 

Oh, and I'll take the 000-28 any day.

Nice. Tear it up.

Your girlfriend, dog, and children are all beautiful.  And you're there too.  ;-)

But being that it's Wales, David is spelled Xrryglvandinnidim.  :-)

Happy Saint David's Day to our Welch friends.

Play them in major pentatonic and use a bunch of hammer ons, and you can call anything country.

Congratulations BGD. I hope Momma and Ella are comfortable, safe, and healthy.

Our 3"of snow predicted for Saturday was a foot deep.  Sunday was right warm. Monday cold again.

Getting tired of it. The river is frozen over. The river never freezes over. It's the Potomac for cripes sake. That's a big honking river with a forceful current. Whatever. I'll fish it in a couple months.

We're going to want pictures of the little nugget.

I prefer D'Addorio strings.  I no longer have a classical, but I used that brand and another brand I can't recall.  But I don't think there's any way to avoid the tender fingers thing until you build callouses.

Here is a set list I used over and over again to get my eldest to sleep when she was a baby.  I was in grad school at the time, so if these didn't work, I read Managerial Accounting, Statistics Applied To Quality Assurance, or International Economics, and that would generally work.

Sweet Baby James (The Cowboy Song according to my kids) - James Taylor
Jacques Cousteau - Livingston Taylor
Featherbed - John McCutcheon
Crazy - Willie Nelson
Grandma's Featherbed - John Denver
Morning Has Broken - Cat Stevens
Slip Sliding Away - Paul Simon
Amazing Grace - Willie style version
King of the Road - Roger Miller
Age - Jim Croce
Big Wheel - Jim Croce
They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More - Jimmy Buffett

I remember one time I was in Philadelphia on business.  After business was concluded, it was too late to drive home so I got a hotel and decided to go for some live music. I found a bar on-line and took a cab over to it. It was on the second story and there was an old wooden staircase with wood paneled walls leading up to it.  Great acoustics in the stairwell.  Anyway, I called to sing my lullabies from the stairwell, and while I was singing Sweet Baby James a few attractive young gals came in.  It looked like they had already had a few "curb beers" to warm up.  They huddled around me and sang back-up for the lullaby.  They sang for crap, but I didn't mind the huddling.

Oh my gosh Jeff!  You may need to go buy a pair of pants, and some socks.