Sunday morning, I was flipping through Rolling Stone's latest issue, specifically, its feature, 100 Greatest Guitar Songs of All Time. The magazine has, over the years, loved to compile extensive and arbitrary "greatest" lists--greatest songs, greatest albums, greatest artists, you name it. They're impossibly constructed, primarily because, with the exception of a handful of automatics, the notion of "great" is largely subjective and endlessly debatable. Still, they're fair, inclusive and as accurate as anything so discretionary could be.
Monday morning, I woke . . .
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