Here's the song going through my head today (my 45th birthday):
Dig David Lindley's finger-picked violin solo!
It says here you're 27, but that's impossible.
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2 comments:
Finger-pickin' solos aside, do you want to be 27?
Happy (belated) birthday!
By chance, 27 was a pretty important year for me: that's when I moved to Berlin for what was supposed to be on year in Europe but has turned into a lifetime!
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