You’ve seen two piano players at one keyboard, how about two guitar players sharing one guitar?
Now does anyone else find four arms on a guitar quite disconcerting? Or is it just because I play guitar and am quite used to seeing one hand picking and one hand on the fretboard?
This is a lovely bit of storytelling in a somewhat unique medium.
Go read this. I don’t want to spoil it with a teaser but here’s a little bit to maybe spark your interest.
What sounded like a steel cyclone hurtling from the sky toward my bow. It was a hideous, ungodly, and inevitable caterwaul. Like all hell falling at once and nowhere to turn. Nowhere to go. Except the one heading every captain prays his boat never takes: down. I looked up, saw the blur of the cow catcher, then everything changed.