Every band has a ginger quotient. Some don't meet it. But I do at every chance I get.
Meet Bryce James Lewis. He's a telecaster master who I stole from Blake. Bryce is known to practice more than most normal people think possible. He fixes amps and has a sweet instagram account. He's the only person I've bought a guitar for. It was a bribe to get him to stop using chewing tobacco, and it WORKED. Who knew?
Bryce also drives the tour van and drinks lots of coffee. He knows more about my relationship with Blake than anyone, and that's called 'job security,' folks.
BJL plays all over this new album of mine, and I'm real proud of that. Go Team Ginger!