“Dum de dah dum de dah dum dum,” muttered Brian under his breath, catching the rhythm with his head and hand. The pick struck the strings hard, while the fingers of his left hand coursed and then bent the thin wires over the frets. A raging river of music poured out of the tiny amp. Trix moved her head in accordance with the beat, letting it fill her ears and heart and hips.
Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov