Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore,
And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
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A Man Who Has Nothing In Particular To Recommend Him Discusses All Sorts of Subjects at Random as Though He Knew Everything
In The Spring A Young Man’s Fancy Lightly Turns To Thoughts Of The Marimba Ponies
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Outstanding.
I play percussion, and this was AWESOME. Oh, if only I could get my kids to do that. . .
The beginning is a bit mechanical, but it progresses okay. Still, I get the sense that there is some serious coercion going on to get those children to play as they do – seriously, they look like automatons. Maybe that is just my jaundiced eye, or maybe I remember seeing Lionel Hampton play – his fluidity was astounding.
Not to flog those players too much – they are just doing what they are told to do.