Sunday, September 6, 2009

Duane Allman on Slide Guitar

Dear Sir/Madam,

A whiteness named Imperial Rome called, wants left and right of your centre. And you were a Facebook friend, too! All led to dynamite and one practice swayed a pavilion. You should stay alert.

Dear Sir/madam,

John the Conqueroo has been applied discreetly, and precious piano allows softly. Coltrane back from edges, that much is certain. Stone mason collusion, banter of mixing, and the social aptitude realized into muted. Nobody examines trumpets anymore.

Dear Sir/Madam,

It was not enough, basking in volcanic. Disappointment is social.

Dear Sir/madam,

Botulism!

Dear Sir/Madam,

An afterthought of chords, how do you explain that? On Easter Island, the natives actually pulled stone! Does that makes sense for your class structure? Let's ask an expert.

Dear Sir/Madam,

Arrival is slow. Why are your children stupid?

Dear Sir/Madam,

Eddington won the day by writing the standard works.

Dear Sir/madam,

You are required to conduct an active search. One heresy destroyed another.

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