Twanging guitars, tumbling tones and chords over our minds.
Choosing to envelope ourselves in their awakenings, enjoying rhythms as they vibrate thoughts throughout beings at Buddy Stubbs' in an
afternoon bar-b-que.
Strumming strings, turning minds with perfect pitch and tempos, bringing alive surroundings, peaceful and majestic, mountains to all sides of us - noticing rocks and formations in musical apertures.
Signing poetical epics into being while totally relaxing, enjoying a biker's paradise.
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