PERCUSSIVE GUITAR ** MOUTH NOISES ** REPETITION **
"I get this crazy thing in the morning. I wake up ready. Not frantic, but ready! I throw my hundred-ninety-pound frame into a cold shower, hum a few loud, loose bars of Ray Charles or Aretha, and let good old Dial do the rest. Most of the time it works like that ’down by’ stuff they put in the food in Vietnam for those two years, but there are days, baby, I make with the scrub brush until the pink beneath threatens to ooze through my natural black pelt, but I learned from swinging old pullman porter dad: ’you don’t defecate where you sit down to groceries’ which means cool it. And cool I do."
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