The biggest gig USVI
Ruined by a warm drum head

One of my favorite things )An Ode(

Without you my hands feel blind
My fingers cannot taste
Universes of infinite improvisation
Are now gone
Ripped just like your goat skinned head
Like Mjonir you conjured a rapid raging rhythmic deluge
The most high assembled you in my likeness and lifeness
Like the most high you purged the masses of insipid lipid listening people of their stiffness

And my wickedness
My social ineptitude

My dearing Djembe drum

Goliath
couldron of creativity
physical wooden soul
buffer
catalyst
Genius
Chutzpah

I know I can always just replace the head but I took the weight of the moment to write a little ode to my famous drum

I know this is a tan overdramatic. I can always just change the head but man what a time I had with this drum.

This was my weapon of choice for the last 3 to 4 years. It has played with hundreds of artists from ty Appalachian micro town of Pineville, Kentucky