I drew this one at Donkey coffee shop last night while watching open mic-ers strut their singer/songwriterly stuff, on the back of a scratch sheet my two friends used to map out some chords for a jazz jam.
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An account of my leaving the comfort of the Texas South and the consistency of the Utah West to pursue an education in the Ohio East
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now THIS is more like it...
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