Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Play that Funky Music White Boy






When people first look at me, they don't think of me as cool cat, by that I mean a swinging jazz musician. Perhaps it's my red hair or my pastey white skin. But don't be fooled. No sir. I'm one cool cat. I can rock out the neighborhood with my sweet harmonica playing tunes. Once I get to blowin' there's no stoppin' me. The music just sails through my blood. I get lost in its melodic tunes. This white boy can play some funky music and play I will.

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