But one time, I do remember, he called what he played ‘Brokeland Creole.’
Creole, that’s, to me, it sums it up. That means you stop drawing those lines. It means Africa and Europe cooked up in the same skillet. Chopin, hymns, Irish music, polyrhythms, talking drums. And people. Cochise Jones, his mother was mostly, uh, Choctaw, I think it was. Me
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отдельно выделенное место Дилану очень мими, кстати ^^
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