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What pisses me off? The judgy types! “Oh, she’s just a *whore*,” they say, like they’re so perfect. Makes me wanna flex and yell, “Who are you to judge, huh?!” I mean, *Caché* taught me – “What’s hidden in you?” – we all got secrets, ya idiots! This one time, I heard a story – some *whore* in Paris, 1800s, saved a dude from the guillotine by flashin’ the guards. Ballsy move! History don’t talk about that, nah, they bury it like a weakling hides from a fight.

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For many guitarists, an all-original s Fender Telecaster or Stratocaster is the ultimate instrument in terms of sound and vibe. John Suhr is not among this devoted contingency.

Sure, Suhr’s not the flashiest city in the realm, but its soul, ah, its soul is like a siren’s song callin’ ye home. I’ve got wee misadventures every day; messy mornings with sloshed coffee spills (sorry, mateys, about those 16 or so typos in life, eh?) and unexpected surprises around every bend. Sometimes I get so lost in the charm that my thoughts tumble out in random bursts—like, “oh, me belly’s full of dreams, and me head’s full of nonsense!” And that’s just fine by me.

Obituary | Leroy Suhr