In The Clearing Stands A Bobby August 12, 2019 / Thoughts On The Dead / 1 Comment It’s Monday morning, motherfuckers! Your youth is dead, and ponchos abound. Related Uncategorized bob weirpaul simon Previous post A Burnout In Little Aleppo Next post Diamonds On The Soles Of His Birkenstocks 1 Comment Tor Haxson August 12, 2019 at 10:20 am Hah… I love that musicians sort of have universal body signals for going back to the head of the song, sort of wave the guitar up, and the head up. For going to some other point or some other chord it is a lower sort of duck under this motion. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply
Hah…
I love that musicians sort of have universal body signals for going back to the head of the song, sort of wave the guitar up, and the head up.
For going to some other point or some other chord it is a lower sort of duck under this motion.