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:: Sunday, February 26, 2006 :: I've always wanted to own a music store, period. No noble notions here to provide a gateway to creativity to the masses or some such thing. Nope, the love itself is purely dreamlike and selfish. I love the silky feel and deep resonance of a sleek acoustic guitar, the dark and regal majesty of a grand piano, and the countless possibilities for instrumentation all around us. From the honey-dripping cello down to the plunky mbira, the sweet, ethereal lap slide to the deep and dirty resonator: I love them all. I would sell them all with love in my heart and faith in the musician that abides in all of us, all-the-while with a slight pang of sadness as each one, adopted by its new companion, went out into the world to be loved and worn, perhaps passed through many hands, and sing its song for all who would listen. For this, I would spend my life.
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