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Joe Pug

Readable Music: Guitar

The guitar. Steel strings, vibrato. They clang, the player moving up the neck, the steel sounding more and more like tin. Melodies, making their way into the room. A captive audience, nothing moves. The player on his stool, the stage with a microphone, an unoccupied set

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Across an old oak table, over coffee and cakes with legs crossed and eyes throwing back laughter like old friends, I know I have come to his home at last and at least, alive. But, as I gaze around the room I see, upon walls firmly