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Like
the twanging calls of blue jays swooping from the oaks down
the street, or the resonant drumming of a woodpecker in a hollow
snag near the river, the sounds of certain guitar players inhabit
my mind with a comforting persistence and familiarity, and impart
an aural and musical continuity to the years. In the following
written pieces I take a stab at acknowledging and commemorating
some of those players. It's far from a complete picture, this
acknowledgment, and I don't think it's a job I could finish,
but it was an easy decision to begin with a tribute to John
Fahey. I hope you find that these pages are a good read.
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