It was in the middle of a hot summer, in the middle of the desert of Death Valley, California. Dry winds and spiky tumbleweeds skip across the dirt and politely wave to aging cacti. Harmonica tunes instructed by Phil Wiggins and guitar melodies played by Robert Johnson would have been perfect for this open environment, but no notes were chimed nor strum…
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