Every once in a while word of yoga guy’s “concerts” spreads to another group that hasn’t heard of him before and ends up believing that he is the path to musical success.
Last week a bus pulled into town and some forty people got off at the stop across the street from the Nutjob Hills Diner. I was there having coffee and what I saw gave me chills.
Forty people, ranging in age from five to eighty filed off the bus, each carrying a different sizes and styles of Djembes. As they made their way on foot across the square toward the street I live on I couldn’t help shaking my head and asking “Why me?”
I knew this was going to be an ugly sound and I was right.
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