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[Even After 15 Years of Absence, a Single Tremolo Makes Me Weep—The Return of Master Craftsman Buddy Miller Has Me Chugging Cheap Whiskey Again Tonight] Ice clinks against the bottom of a glass. Tonight’s sidekicks are a bottle of discount bourbon and a vacuum-tube amplifier quietly gathering dust in the corner of the room. On a night like this, incredible news dropped out of nowhere. American roots music treasure Buddy Miller has returned with a self-titled new album. What’s more, it’s his first solo release in a staggering 15 years. Fifteen years, man. Fifteen years ago, my crown still had some respectable volume to it, and that was before I became well-versed in the brand names of lower-back pain patches. A man who drifted away somewhere for all those years has returned with a face like, "I just stepped out for a quick cigarette," immediately knocking out top-tier sounds. This absurd coolness gives off the bittersweet sorrow of a fatherly lecture. …