G-Strings, Love & War, music, Prose, Ramblings

When It’s Good 

 Something inside crumbles -no, melts. It starts in the middle and everything gets hazy and mushy. A really good song has its own personality.It’s in a guitar lick or a bass riff or a chord progression, that sweet sweet melody or velvet harmony. Music hits you with one of those – or all of them- and before you know it, you are savouring the taste it leaves in your mouth.

“The thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” – Bob Marley

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