The off-street circle of stark white, barely marked semi-industrial storefronts where Eric's Guitar Shop is located seems like a place where Walter White and Jesse might go to score a meth precursor, and the sign on the door is tiny. But that's where you start to suspect this place is the real deal. The requisite intercom buzz, followed by a voice asking your identity, and then the door clicking open confirms that yes, this is some secret-musical-brotherhood, elite-guitarist, in-the-know... More »
