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NEW DEVILS: THE STORY
So there I was, in a room with a view. Six rattling bodies snoring, wheezing, and a gasping. Laid out like tombstones. Each one of them shot to death with whiskey.
Not dead yet. Still eleven more hours until Nashville and then another three until the Magic City.
I bounced between shoulders for miles back and forth across this continent. I slept on van seats and front porches. I buried myself deep into extra shirts and shitty blankets only to freeze the night through. I've desecrated my body with fast food and beer. I've been lonely. I've been happy. I've been angry, but most of all thankful.
When I was young they used to call me a little devil. I'm all grown up. Now that I'm learning the true nature of the world, I'm finding out the true nature of myself. I am that I am.
I've come to spread the good gospel that music can and WILL save your soul if you are so inclined.
Join us in song friends. See all of you soon!
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