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Helen Smith
Thursday, March 4, 2010
ultra staccato
Hi, these are my snail eyes. However. They are really drumsticks that T.S.Monk, Thelonius Monk's son, played with at the jazz club that used to be S.J's old piano shop.
Now it's just a shop.
And here I am in the sandblaster/nap room.
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