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The Harmonicat
I'm the "harmonicat".
That means I play the blues harp in the band...
..I used to be the drummer.
But, playin' those blue notes really colors my world.
Not the color you'd imagine, but the color of electricity in the mist.
Where you can't see what's up ahead...
..but, you relax,
for the road is familiar to you.
Especially when you're stuck in a groove...
..and your "mix" is like an "instant".
There is but one reason to play the blues harp,
to be in that "mix",
and that's to play the "blue notes"...
..the ones that go right through your very soul...
..and then, watch the audience react.
There's nothing like that kind of "interlude".
I've never, ever felt that before.
That "closeness".A harmonicat doesn't need a roadie...
..A drummer does.
He never gets one...but, he sure needs one.
I used to be the drummer.
Man, I was an angry drummer.
Critiques
IKnowNoBox
18 years 6 months ago
I Dig it!
weirdelf
18 years 5 months ago
The first part of this