The Red Chevy
It wasn’t till November 10, 1995 that I decided to start learning rhythm guitar. My cousin Wesley Gaspard came pick me up to go ride the town in his old Red Chevy truck. He popped in a cassette of Kristi Guillory and Reveille. He’s going 30 mph so I can’t jump out. Then a song came on that she sang about us needing to be proud of our culture, our language, and our music. I looked at my cousin — he’d been playing accordion since he was nine — and said, “Let’s go to your grandpa’s. I want to learn guitar.” My godmother bought me my first guitar.
