I'm afraid I've got the itch. I can't help myself. Every musical instrument has been created for me to conquor. This is one that I have not yet learned, and one that is now calling my name. Their is nothing quite as haunting and melancholy as the sound of a well-played Dobro. Nothing conjurs feelings of sweet sad release like the somber blues of the slide guitar. Somehow when the song is done you just feel better, like you've just had a good cry and now you can compose yourself and face life again. The expression of the blues from deep down in your soul has a mysterious way of making everything seem OK.
Now if I can just figure out what I can sell or pawn to come up with the cash to acquire this little gem.
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