Chimes: 2018 Edition (emended Blazevox book pdf)

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My first guitar was sleek and black and an Ibanez Road-star; my amplifier was small
and black and a Peavey backstage. These were my appendages and I treated them
as such. A day without substantial exercise was unthinkable; every new musical
phrase was a mountain to climb and a chance to demonstrate the doggedness of an
artist. I was dogged and I could soon make many noises that had the robust quality
of reaching the four corners; what was important was that this was a kind of
marriage. I wedded my guitar without ceremony because every moment was a
ceremony that was holy and part of me. I was soon a musician and I could know no
other way to be because this was ordained and my destiny. I had found one key to
Tookany Creek, and it was in the process of moving my fingers artfully. As they
moved, my heart beat in rhythm, my brain facilitated this and all things were joyous.
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