Some stories have more of a story behind them than others. Granted, I’m no Dith Pran, nor even a William Miller, for that matter; pretty much everything I’ve written for the Fretboard Journal has been a simple matter of an idea followed by a couple emails and a conversation. A couple of times I’ve had to find someplace to eat while the conversation took place, and those conversations usually led to recordings that were a pain in the ass to transcribe, but that barely warrants a grumpy post on Facebook. Jason’s never threatening me at deadlines, I’m never trying to...