His guitar: like the twinge you get when you bite into something too sweet. I guess Clapton owes this dude a drink or something. He played the axe southpaw, but never restrung the darn thing. TAKE THAT James P. Hendricks. Bonus!: sings like I'd imagine Aunt Jemima might belt a tune.
Doin' the laundry:
Crosscut Saw, Personal Manager, Laundromat Blues
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