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I sang on stage at freshman orientation at UC with a guy I barely knew who could play guitar and another guy who we just met. The later was a black guy who played bongos. It was totally embarrassing. The guy on the bongos was good. We should have left him go on solo. Bongo drums were big in 1963.
RANDOM MUSINGS FROM THE TOP OF THE HILL
5/19/2006
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