i meant, guitar teacher, not guitar teaching, in the post below. i should be copy-editing better than that.
on itunes at this very moment: thom yorke singing neil young's "after the goldrush"
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why loralie?
she is a character in a novel i am writing. or rather, she is a character in my head who demanded that i write a novel about her. the punk buddhist elf girl-musician.
and does she lie? or does she tell the truth?
"the captain in paradise (repairs were made along the way)" - painting by richard sedivy
don't lose your nerve
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