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Just like wilco, rufus came from Rob’s house that spring when we were back from Paris and there was nowhere to go it seemed like. At Rob's table while he was at work I wrote the French Sisters thing with Rufus on perperual loop, his cello voice. Listen to him breathe, and I see him in my mind, standing straight and still at a microphone, there’s not much of him but it all comes out like from a cannon, right from under his ribs.
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