I’m not sure what it is about this inexpensive Donner pedal, but it was touching all the right feelings this morning. I can’t quite put my finger on the guitarist who lived by these tones, but I’ll hear it again soon. Man, what a great way to celebrate the return of rain.
Any love I had left for writing fiction has converted into guitar over the past 3 years, and it’s all finally beginning to make sense. I never thought those days would come. Give a monkey a typewriter and blah blah blah.
Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon. The birds are partying. So should we.
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