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It was 1996. A newlywed in a small town in the mountains of Virginia. A sparsely furnished first-floor apartment. The burn in the linoleum left by a comal that split and was sent flying from the electric stove. Strumming my acoustic guitar to this CD in the barren living room, separated by a plastic sheet hung to keep the heat in the side of the apartment we actually used. Carver 900 receiver, Advent Legacy speakers, that crappy Panasonic five-disc changer that everyone had....