Sometimes Sunshine Harmony Folk-Pop Refreshment...

Once upon a wintry eve, some-time guitar twiddler and seasoned warbler Papa Dubs stumbled into a Manchester tavern, drawn by the peculiar and enchanting rhythms emanating from within. There he found local beatsmith Alec Splatt, surrounded by trumpets, walloping and a-wailing like a sweaty musical messiah. 

"Alec, Alec, put down your sticks! Pick up a guitar and sing me some Sam Cooke!", cried Papa. "I shall!", replied Alec, "if you take this cello and play me some Swedish folk!". The deal was struck, the cider flowed and, come the morning, Papa Guns was born..

Readings of all Caitlin Johnstone's articles, usually by her co-writer Tim Foley.

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