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Old 12-04-2012, 05:26 PM
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Originally Posted by Bax Burgess View Post
Passing through Mississippi one time, I stopped in a smallish town to do some laundry. Outside the laundromat was sitting a crusty old bird, playing some Blues licks, his beat up parlor sporting a mottled burst. More strange was that the skin of his arm was sticking to its body, as if its surface were tacky. While we chatted, he noticed my looking. 'See this beautiful amber coloring?', he asked. 'It's real honey. Makes me play better when I can actually taste my licks!' Folks look at me strange when I tell this story, but c'est la vie.
You weren't by chance anywhere near a "Crossroads" were you. BTW, my heart flames for a good burst.

Blues
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