There is a band that practices on their porch across the street from us. On Fridays, sometimes Mondays, always in the late afternoon, the wind carries their songs through my bedroom window, the music muffled. I like to strain my ears listening to the electric guitar especially. They usually play covers (and maybe originals, I can't tell). My favourites are their renditions of
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There is a band that practices on their porch across the street from us. On Fridays, sometimes Mondays, always in the late afternoon, the wind carries their songs through my bedroom window, the music muffled. I like to strain my ears listening to the electric guitar especially. They usually play covers (and maybe originals, I can't tell). My favourites are their renditions of