music dwells in me strikes the hi-hat snare & ride worships the claves clicks & clocks in tune against big band, latin jazz & I, the drummer take but one hour learn a tune that knows me well & ride the duende across the cosmos drag & fulcrum to the beat of ‘nawlins & heat
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