Voices of the Seven Woods (It’s finger pickin’ good)-Austin

A long time ago in a shack upon a small mountain, a man full of heart and desire embarked upon a 120 minute journey that would indulge his mind with foriegn sounds of pure passion and fiery tones. This young man spent hours in this shack where he searched deep within himself to discover and imitate what others before him had tried to achieve. his surroundings within his reach were mystic cries from masters of art and his equipment produced sonic waves that reached thousands, maybe millions. Most of these master’s secrets meant nothing to this man, for he saw with his ears and heard with his mind. A master known as Rick Tomlinson, from the British Colonies struck this young man as something beautiful, graceful, and painless. Tomlinson’s sonic waves reminded the young man of previous mystic journeys, recreated through the medium of sound. Voices Of The Seven Woods cried Tomlinson, as he strummed his magical musical machine to create and produce a sound product on a static month of August on the two hundred and seventh year since Christs death. The Young man ventured through these woods and only halfway in (or halfway out) did he realize he needed to find more from this master. :  :  :  :  :  :  :  :  :  :  :  :  :  :  :  :  : Sand and Flames: The Fire In My Head: Silver Morning Branches: Second Transition Return From Byzantium:
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