LarryCampbellTime
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Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 3
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The song "Time" was primarily played on the acoustic guitar, utilizing an "open string chord technique" in hopes of creating the effect of viewing an awesome universe.

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The song "Time" was written as an instrumental piece, hopefully to create a mental picture of the vastness of our solar system & of the infinity of outer space. As the sun, moon, & the planets all move in their orbits, they demonstrate to us on earth the changes of Time such as Day, Night, New moon, Full moon, even an eclipse. Consider our most famous comet, Haley's Comet: it passes close to the earth every 76 years, most recently in 1986.
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My name is Larry Campbell, originally from Little Rock, AR, been playing, teaching, writing & persueing my passion for above 40 years. My style of playing is a mixture of multiple genres, rock, jazz, fusion, acoustic, all with a bluesy feel.


Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 3
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