The Old Life On The North Shore
Here's something. It features my best impression of Steve Howe's lead guitar style.
It's also about growing up Gen-X on Sydney's North Shore and the odd characters you used to run into. They're all gone now. Scattered to the four winds.
Last night I had a dream I made peace with somebody from my past. I think my subconscious is way ahead of my conscious self because consciously, I have no intention of making peace with said person. It's happened a couple of times lately and I wake up weirded out by my own generosity and magnanimity. In real life, there's no way I'd give an inch.
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