Djembe Quotes

In those years, hip-hop saved my life. I was still half alien to the people around me. I loved them, mostly because I'd realized that there was no other choice. Hip-hop gave me a common language, but that August, on liberated land, I found that there were other ways of speaking, a mother tongue that, no matter age, no matter interest, lived in us all.

By the time they got to Java Jones, Eric was already onstage, swaying back and forth in front of the microphone with his eyes squinched shut. He’d dyed the tips of his hair pink for the occasion. Behind him, Matt, looking stoned, was beating irregularly on a djembe. “This is going to suck so hard,” Clary predicted. She grabbed Simon’s sleeve and tugged him toward the doorway. “If we make a run for it, we can still get away.” He shook his head determinedly. “I’m nothing if not a man of my word.” He squared his shoulders. “I’ll get the coffee if you find us a seat. What do you want?” “Just coffee. Black—like my soul.

god bless the talker that know how to jelly roll, can call them to be baptized in your syrup and sweat. go-go cover your soul leave all funktified and without regrets. go-go, you-you, d.c.’s afro-beat, blues boo. go-go, grab Gabriel hit ’em over the head with his harp. go-go, chuck Joshua. the best horns are all vanity ’til go-go, blow ’em back. djembe voiced and voodooed go-go, gather in your prayers, liftin’ your legs in pure elegance.

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