Description
“There are a few people in this world I feel close to. I know thousands, have met way more than that. But seldom do I encounter someone who triggers that old strange feeling. The feeling you get when you meet someone who has the same ancient memories floating around in their bones, the sense of time, the trust in universe, the world inside their human heart.
Scott Kelly takes it all in.
He doesn’t miss much.
If you hang out with him for any amount of time you will observe a man who has been shaped well by time. He has suffered, and for that he loves the things that matter even more. He is a husband, a father, a son, a brother. These things flow through his words, his energy, his blood and sweat, his heavy, tattooed hands. That same tone that seared through his broken old Les Paul carries just as well through whatever instrument he sits down to play. And his voice. That bottomless, dark, familiar sound.
