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The day was clear, a slight breeze blew in through the window as we drove down the mountain road. The sea was an aqua blue, it was terrifically perfect though so vague. Small villages passed as we got deeper and deeper into the beachside national park. I wondered if it was still national park by this stage, though I was feeling wonderfully sedated despite the in dooming loneliness that filled the car. My dad spoke.
' This song is excellent, the riff is done exactly how I would of done it, so precise'
I nod.
An alternative instrumental was playing on the radio, one of the few good songs on a horrible Sunday radio show. My dad saw music in colour , clarity and precision. A true musician who couldn’t play music. We drove on, finding ourselves further and further from the dim comfort of pie shops and playgrounds.
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