A twist on the tale of a guide dog — this old Lab once led a blind bluesman through smoke, streets, and salvation songs.
Now the man’s gone, and the hound’s still playing — busking for ghosts, guided by the quack of his loyal duck companion.
His music hums with hunger and heartache; each note a memory, each howl a hymn for the forgotten.
They say when the moon hits the strings just right, you can still hear their duet echo down the alley.