Wood Smoke

Worn but wild, Free from the norms, Like something outside of the inner circle, the expected, the established. Gently played, on the well loved Gibson, with the one out of place machine head.  So refreshing to see that others also see the value in the loved, and unperfectly mended.  Things like this become a one in a million, again outside of the taken for granted. The music cuts through the busy street, and somehow makes it seem more like a Sunday morning.  An atmosphere of peace, to just stand and be, nothing expected, only to be a passive participant. Thank you to Wood Smoke, a most talented bloke!