Hearing the distinct sounds of each guitar, I sit and observe with conviction. The passion for making such noise is splattered on both of their faces. So focused and intense, matching one vibration to the other. The crescendo of the guitar drowns out the words but just at the right moment. The imperfect rythm in each strum against the strings is exceptional and moves at a different pace than the tapping foot. No such music that is ink on paper is played here, only music from the soul and it captivates the energy in this room.
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