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#10

Mountain music Through the glass I observed the focus. Dripping delicious tones, the Headrush amp & pedal combined with a Fender Jaguar to release something…something that felt right for the moment. Edison bulbs hung with reverence and cast a deceptive glow. Everything lit, nothing bright. Six hours of rain had recently ended, and the fresh …

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#9

The Regal “Chivas” Dripping with bling only Xzibit could love, and loaded to within an inch of collapse with passengers, produce, dry goods – and occasionally livestock – the “Chivas” are the literal bright spot of Colombian highways. These snort-y, snout-y old Chevys evoke a vibe somewhere in-between Woodstock and Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang. They are the star …

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#8

“Carne, por favor. Mucho carne” I stealthily approach from the west, hugging storefronts to stay in the shadows, keeping a wary eye out for the guy who offered my ayahuasca from behind a barred storefront last week. Head down, purposefully walking, I’ve no desire to catch eyes with the waiter who likes to stand out …

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#7

Young Love in a Small Town Freshly-showered, he sits casually askew in a chair drug into the open storefront. Half-in, half-out, the location is perfect for his purpose. It’s shaded, has an open view of traffic crossing by six feet away in either direction, and – most importantly – a sly glance over the left …

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#6

I wear the uniform of freedom and sing an original song about a shady purchase at a Circle K, a shy fella shares his thoughts on anyone who has a problem with that, wisdom from a trailer house kitchen, a true statement, and café con queso. Somebody said… Some people looove to feel offended because …

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#5

I climb rocks with a guitar, a fellow named Coelho says something that seems obvious but might not be, I give invaluable dating advice, we discuss evidence for living in a simulation, and the place with a urinal bolted to the outside brick walls gets fancy with it’s coffee mugs. Somebody said… You don’t need …

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#4

I play Zach Bryan so slow you can hear the notes dry, Samuel Clemens drops some bomb advice on the impossibility of communicating with advocates of Modern Monetary Theory, I flashback to plugging holes in a rice paddy during a downpour, and more… Somebody said… No amount of evidence will ever persuade an idiot. Mark …

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#3

I sing a song about a lady by a fella, we raise the question of the meaning of color in anti-histamines and why I lost three days to a fog in college, discuss how some money is going up and some money is going down, and discuss breakfast. bobblehead Somebody said… “Those who have a …

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#2

Yet another half-headless performance, a lesson on how to catapult a percussionist, a few words on some large old structures that seem to be everywhere, and we learn about how evolution failed a certain subset of livestock. Somebody said… “The soul becomes dyed with the color of it’s thoughts” Marcus Aurelius Learn from me… On …

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I do my best Ichabod Crane whilst singing about nothing and something, Einstein shares his thoughts on what matters most, I share a tip on best practices in hiring band members and reveal some keen wordplay regarding the Federal Reserve, and more… Somebody said… “The most important decision we make is whether we believe we …

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