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Plastic Pocket Harmolodics
Run down changeling boots the funk; improve the shunned extractionary. Stove, in traction, rips rough ready pockets, not for inner sanctums. Cherry cola coughs surrender: queasy Compton did the mother, freaking heat in slumber tumble, x-ray eyelids slipped the winking. … Continue reading
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Tagged Free Jazz, groove, harmolodics, James Brown, Love Power Peace, Ornette Coleman
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