I am sat in Preston Guild Hall, enraptured by the lyrical brilliance of the guitar duo my Dad has taken me to see. I can’t be more than 12, I could be at Madison Square Gardens or the Hollywood Bowl (except I don’t yet know they exist because I live in Lancashire). I am here to see the incredible lyrics of two men singing in close harmony with the unique sound of gentle guitar accompaniment, listening to songs that are surely going to change popular music.
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Sarah Whitfield 