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The Dead Room
I wonder why you come to hear the blues; there is no recognition in your face of any depth beneath the music’s steady pace, nor rhythm to the rare tap of your shoes. While those around you sway and nod … Continue reading
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Tagged blues, catharsis, disappointment, live music, music, repetition
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