Greenwich Village... Sort Of
If I lived in The Village in the 1950's, surely I would have had some bongos. Maybe I would have used the rhythm to accompany a little poetry. No poetry for me today, but I celebrated the Beat Generation by pounding along with an old album titled "Skins". It had a 10-cent tag on it from when I bought it at a St. Louis thrift shop in the 1970's. (Why? Because I was talking an African dance class in college and I thought I could practice. ) So here I am in a black turtleneck, beret and bare feet, drumming on the floor. Could I fool anyone with this photo? No. I don't look serious enough.
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