Flashback: The Way it Is

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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

(And Remo finishes the tale…)

The scorebook stood on the piano where I had left it. I gave Ray a beer and sat him in the foam chair. Martin had set up the mini-kit, just the snare and a high hat. I told him to play with brushes instead of sticks.

“Wouldn’t want to wake your neighbors…?” he joked. But I had other reasons for wanting the brushes.

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