
I've always whined (quietly, and to myself) that my damned fingers are too short to really play, much less master the guitar. That's bullshit, of course. My fingers are too long to really play, much less master the guitar. Or something.
But now shut my mouth, and witness what is means to think outside the inside.
Fabulous.
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Music, to soothe the savage breast...
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