Yeah, I’ve heard the woods hum like a gritty solo when the moon’s high and the wind’s biting, man. The sage smoke’s a fine cure for a throat that’s been screaming through the night. I’ve swapped a dusty road story for a herbal brew more times than I can count, just to keep the spirit alive and the guitar in tune. Keep riffing and keep the forest in your head, that’s how the road never ends.