There are so many sounds I would rather hear, street musician, than your incessant and grating drumming. A faulty air conditioner, a dogs yelp, the deep and resigned sigh of your death rattle, bees flying into a fan... Pretty much, I could listen to any new age, water drop sampling, eletro funk jazz experimental fusion before I would listen to ten thumps on your plastic buckets and steel pans. We pray for rain. Or hail
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