This tour bus rides on the edge, accelerates the silver engine of smooth power, the notes are mapped in a new chapter of chords and intricate melodies, the dust of Italy and fragrance of France are filtered into the mix. The band moves and flows around that travellin minstrel as he strikes strings and processes wood and electronics and takes the crowd to that sanctuary of first circle and letters home. Half life of guitar dreams on scheduled train journeys through the timeless heat of ancient european cities.
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