the twang and drone of odd tunings and unusual instruments mingle with fuzzed-out solos and starry-eyed pop songs like mismatched old friends doing their best to be supportive.
More frequently, Timony's brand of mourning is bound up with levity, as if she can't consider the fullness of her pain without being conscious of its absurdity.
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