A gift: discovering Bill Fay

His story has links to my own story, to creating & learning for its own sake, and to Wilco

It was the guitar solo that stood out first.

I was absorbed in my work, but the music caught my ear. What is this? I thought. The guitar danced back and forth with the singer’s voice, dipping in for a few riffs and then stepping back when the singer filled the space again.

I clicked over to see what was playing.

Bill Fay.

I didn’t recognize that name.

I…