(Try to imagine a few bars of a mournful swampy-sounding slide guitar playing, appropriate to the background theme music to a sweltering Southern prison as you're reading this... Chain gangs in the relentless midsummer's heat, and prison guards riding on horseback toting shotguns. Rest of their damned lives. God, are they boned.)
(Try to imagine a few bars of a mournful swampy-sounding slide guitar playing, appropriate to the background theme music to a sweltering Southern prison as you’re reading this… Chain gangs in the relentless midsummer’s heat, and prison guards riding on horseback toting shotguns. Rest of their damned lives. God, are they boned.)Beautifully said. Something like this for the music…