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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.

— docmaverick, Nov 25, 2007

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Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

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weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 5 months ago

The first part of this

The first part of this really caught me up in the feeling of what it must be like to be a muso, and made me jealous. The closest I have ever felt to it has been when an audience has reacted with intimate hush when I have performed poetry live and lost myself in impro. Then you seem to change the subject almost and whinge about being a drummer. I personally think you could lose the last 4 lines. cheers, Jess wishing you a Salubrious Solstice