I’m kicking myself for missing out on those new LP Aspire bongos on eBay. Forty-six bucks delivered. I watched the bidding for days (only 2 bids) but never bid myself. They sold for $2 more than they started. They’re worth at least $90.
I don’t play the bongos. But I could; really, I know I could and I want to for some reason. Have wanted to for a long time. I’ve looked at cajons and djembes and congas on YouTube videos and I think bongos are most me. But I haven’t actually played any. And if I did it would be private -- in the garage by myself. I think it’s a primal thing.
So I’m kicking myself because I refuse to pay $90. Even the $46 I don’t like. But I want to do the banging. ‘Cuz I got the music in me. And it’s just gotta get out.
Yeah, right.
If there’s something in you trying to get out, it can get out. Unless you just want to talk about it and stop it with excuses and insist it look a certain way or have a certain reception once it gets out. If these girls can do this, you can find a way. Maybe there’ll be a video soon of me pounding the turned-over plastic car-wash buckets in the garage.
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