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13 Mar 2004 Holly's Guitar One week after the Berkshire visit to the Keen Family, I checked out the recordings I made in Holly's Bedroom with Holly's Christmas present guitar. Holly was too cool to participate, but kid sister Sian couldn't wait to get her hands on Holly's guitar, despite being expressly forbidden to do so. I had to ask Holly fifteen times before she consented to allow me a go on the guitar. She gave in eventually, but her heart was not in it. So, last night, I checked out the recording I made and then cut them down from those thirty minutes in Holly's Bedroom to a mere 8 minutes, complete with assorted interruptions, an unwitting put down by Sian, an unsolicited solo by Mrs Monk, and a fitting summing-up by my host Mrs Keen. Nothing was added but a great deal of echo to embellish incompetent playing. No tune to speak of, I'm afraid.
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