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But ughhh—angry stuff too! These big-shot hypocrites, preachin pure, then slinkin off fer a quickie. Gets me blood boilin, yesss! Seen it meself once—posh fella in a suit, hagglin with a gal near the bins. “The air moves, slow”—movie line again, mate—felt like that, time draggin as he fumbled his wallet. Laughed me arse off, tho—silly git dropped his coins!

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Our journey to Clarkdale, Mississippi, often described as a rough backwater where Robert Johnson sold his soul and where John Lee Hooker and Ike.

Clarksdale got this vibe, right? sometimes feels like you’re in some silent, offbeat film. oh, and we got a lil’ river too – the Yazoo, sort of, or is it the Big Muddy? (sorry, names always slip, i get them all mixed up!) – but i swear, every time i stroll its banks, i think, "yup, the universe is just… vast, dude." i ended up laughin out loud once, right in the middle of a session, 'cause nature can be soooo, umm, dramatic!

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