From down the street I could hear the sighing, grinding sound... as I stepped sideways down the city block the wind picked up and my coat blew out lifting me into the air... the glass bowl formed in the glinting light below me as I drifted around the busy corner, there into the main street where the pigeons greeted me and music played... the amplifiers were in full melt mode with wind emmitting, flying out in a hazy array. The broad brown tones of many watts of tube power swirled in stereo panning phased exctasy across my windshield. The opening riff was the power and the glory all wrapped together and spun out across the concrete and trees, store fronts and buses. Strange, I found it was me playing the power chords reflecting largely against the magnified, glittering urban jungle. I slowly slid to the sidewalk, guitar in hand, as I watched myself in the pond in the park playing acoustic ballads with the earthy moms in the grass near the orchard in the hills.
The next selection of notes has the potential to be unlike any ever before produced. Therein lies joy.
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Hmm. Sounds like you may have to write some lyrics, eh?
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