Love that feckin’ song.
Late at night on a back country road, black skies against blacker mountains, blasting on the Harley stereo.
It’s not a song, it’s an experience.
Gives me goosebumps, every time.
It’s 3:20AM here.
You keep this up and I’ll be riding before dawn.
Steam Punk?
I don’t think I’d ever seen a steampunk guitar before.