kavin.'s listening history
Eidolon come to me
My love left like ash on the wind
Please my Eidolon visit me
Though I can't touch you
But I can see
You're golden hair turn grey
All sweet things must end
My sweet Eidolon
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Old wooden crutch, modified into something that will hold a guitar string and can be bent to alter pitch. Submitted to Sound-In for 9-11/8/18.
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Another environmental piece, rain and cigar box guitar.
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