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- Nancy! Ne en!
Door opened:
- Oh, Sally! Hi, honey.
- Hello. Listen, sit with my baby tonight?
- Yes, no problem, of course. And what happened? Date?
Sally waved her hand.
- Not at all! Friends in the "whiskey" are invited. They say there will be some kind of band there today. The vocalist is just dead. Beauty-a-vchi-and-to! - She dreamily rolled her eyes.
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Door opened:
- Oh, Sally! Hi, honey.
- Hello. Listen, sit with my baby tonight?
- Yes, no problem, of course. And what happened? Date?
Sally waved her hand.
- Not at all! Friends in the "whiskey" are invited. They say there will be some kind of band there today. The vocalist is just dead. Beauty-a-vchi-and-to! - She dreamily rolled her eyes.
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Usually in our area winters have little snow. The snow lies in the fields with ridiculous odd-shaped bald spots, which is why the earth resembles a series of huge chess boards, separated from each other by dirt roads and forest plantations, where black and white cells alternate among themselves in a very whimsical manner. Sometimes this snow is friable, sometimes it is a slippery thin crust on which you step like on a glacier.
However, this year the winter was surprisingly harsh, especially at the end of January ...
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However, this year the winter was surprisingly harsh, especially at the end of January ...
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In the stuffy concert hall, like marijuana smoke, the first beats of blissful, somewhat ragged "electrified" southern blues blurred. Three guitars - bass, rhythm and solo - with a soft but precise support of the drums were sparingly meagerly, but they consistently deduced the same rhythm, creating a feeling of incredible density of sound enveloping listeners and musicians, uniting them into one whole. What other San Francisco groups tried to achieve with light shows, free distribution of LSD and long guitar improvisations - unity, these newcomers who looked like Texas provincials, imperceptibly for everyone, achieved with the help of the usual three-chord blues, which did not act on the brain, eyes and hearing , but on the soul and feelings.
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It seemed that even the walls of the conference room on the first floor of the HarperCollins publishing house were buzzing with excitement, tension and anticipation of future sensations. Still would! To date, the presentation was announced, perhaps, of the most scandalous book of this season - “Flyin” Loosers: how it was. Already the name of one of the authors caused a stir: Dean Call, the former road manager of this group, who had long rested in Bose, but ...
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