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The Acoustic Solution

When I play the crafted wood with six strings My heart leaps and my soul sings When I play the mighty, dulcet tones I have all the world's majesty out on loan Where some hear structure, timbre, or rhythm I see shape, form, and an algorithm When I'm afforded the daily pleasure of spelunking the depths and playing a measure I'm free for a moment that stretches eternal And all I that I am is expressed external Where some see a guy simply playing guitar I am, in fact, tapping the deepest reservoir This is no mere trifling hobby or lustful passion This is evidence of God and His compassion This is the apex of my communication This is the pinnacle of my rumination Culminating in silent contemplation Illuminating my utter jubilation

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Date: 11/12/2016 7:25:00 PM
Trey, yes! The same feelings I mine when listening to Sun Ra, Pharoah Sanders, Albert Ayers, John Coltrane & other Avant Garde Free Jazz Musicians! my recent work often is penned during these sessions, I applaud you! jimbo
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Trey Hamner
Date: 11/13/2016 3:40:00 AM
Thank you.