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Friday, December 1, 2006
A Strange Land
So this one time I'm walking in a strange land, and as I step over the scattered remains of an ancient stone wall, rounded and green with age, I hear a pleasing, beckoning sound coming from about a furlong away. I step over a scraggly, withered dog and beg the pardon of a shawl-covered hunchwoman pushing a cartful of dates along the stone-studded street. The music grows nearer as I round a corner, and I catch sight of strange man running his hands across some sort of boxy tool. A few people are eating fruit nearby. I stride up to one of the bystanders and nudge the guy gently in the ribs. "What instrument is that?" I ask. He's like, "acoustic guitar". And the rest is history.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
ginny f.
you need comments with more recent dates
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Michael S.
Hell yeah!
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Michael S.
When's your next west coast tour?