When I was 11, everyone got a guitar at Christmas except for me. My dad had started taking lessons at the music store in town, and wanted the rest of our family to join in on the fun. He had asked me if I wanted one, but I said no. If everyone else was going […]
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We kept playing for what seemed like hours, like we had always done. Except this time we were in my studio, and her sister was watching us, and her baby was asleep in the next room. And yet it was just as it had always been. We were on the playground again, in the tube again, head to head, listening to our voices and making music together.