Miles froze. He played a chord. The sustain breathed. He played a bend, and the string squeaked against the fret—the exact squeak from the recording he’d made on his front porch the day he got the guitar.
It never stopped.
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Miles froze. He played a chord. The sustain breathed. He played a bend, and the string squeaked against the fret—the exact squeak from the recording he’d made on his front porch the day he got the guitar.
It never stopped.
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