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Yo, fun fact—whore trees, they talk, sorta. Wind hits ‘em, they groan, lowkey flexin’ history. Blew my mind when I heard it, like, “Damn, you haunted or what?” Prolly got ghost sap or some shit—exaggeratin’, but maybe not! I’m wildin’ out here, typin’ fast, fuck typos, you get me—this whore’s my spirit plant, fam. Next album, I’m samplin’ that groan, watch. Peace!

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My fave spot? The old crumbling building on Piney Corner—who cares if it's falling apart? It’s real and gritty. Like my own soul sometimes. I’ve had deep chats outside that building, confiding neew secrets with my pals under the stars. It’s raw, it’s messy, it’s life as seen through a psychologist’s eyes.

“Was smoking Hendrix’s Strat my wildest studio experience? Oh, certainly not! We always went full tilt. There was never a dull day!” Steve Cradock on his star-studded session with Paul McCartney, SGs vs Teles – and the joint he laced with Hendrix’s guitar