Came first a box, cut from an abandoned fire door, and a stolen roller blind chord. It's sound was deep and strong and resonated through the rooms.
Then an old guitar got restrung, and it added its voice as the veil began to lift.
In a separate part of town, a hatted man blew gently, forlornly on his Electronic Wind Instrument. Waiting....
On a dark winters night, time connected the three of them together, in an Inn, creaking by a disused railway line. This was where the music resonated for the first, flickering, catching alight before an open fire.
One song they all had in common one song drew them together, and as the notes sounded, and the box boomed, something new was born. Something Wild Eyed, Wicked and Oblivious....
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