A purple haze drifted in the atmosphere.
the girl with the ukulele; two guys two guitars.
When the bearded man and the drummer kicked up those crissed-crossed-apple-sauced in the front row moved back, and the bass came forth.
I stole some shots and my friends danced around,
free pie shakes for everyone in town.
Ghana. Sweet shirts for Reggae Night.
Raise the Roof.
It’s Sammy’s.
Where's the jazz group pictures?
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