Tambourine.. Tambourine.. Living reflection of a tambourine.
While walking past my esteemed colleague in sound’s studio on 23rd st. and Madison, I called him up to bum a smoke because I don’t smoke. He enables this particular delusion as he doesn’t smoke either, much. Mid ciggy he mentions he’d acquired a vintage 12 string on E-Bay from somewhere in Nashville and would […]
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