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The essence. The applecore. The bones holding fast under withering flesh?
Ever wonder what it looks like? Then wonder no more.
For here I have the truth. Buried deep under the Ibanez Tube Screamer, the Gretsch Duo Jet, the Dr Z Head, the Marshall cab and the thudding Fender Precision Bass and Pacific Drumkit lies a song called by The Sorry Kisses called 'Sunstorms'.
You may recognise it as an atomic fuzzball of spiritual rapture but I have video evidence that lays it bare as a sweet hymn to the transitory nature of mortality and love.
In soft focus...
DICK