Fear of amplification blasted me from the past to a day when old style tube amps fed back in terrifying blaring waves of white noise. Run away! Run away! So I did, cowering into the space between past and future, whilst reality was rearranged to better suit me here and now and simplicity restored itself. Ah, sweet world in which fears can be proved wrong, let me sing you a song, plug in my guitar and make melodious tones for goodness and glory. The dogs still cower fearfully while the cats yowl in discordant harmony as is their willful wont.

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