The Day the Drum Died

The Day the Drum Died/Dedicated to The Watts Drum Circle It's festival time!...Congeros!...Timbaleros!...Same place same time The Villager Caller is on the scene looking and waiting to do his thing Start with a calypso rhythm...tap... tap...tap..tap...tap...tap... One arrives with nothing but his pride Another one comes with no drum...Then another but his ego won't let him inside The sacred drum circle in Watts once thrived...Every drum every color and size... Tumbas...Quintos...Djembes and Talking Drums too!! What caused all this creative energy to subside? Why slap these drums anyway? This is a legacy of our African Ancestors A commemoration of 1965 when Molotov cocktails flew by Not Mongo! Not Berretto!...Get real and get down... Otherwise, the generation to come will remember us and sing a sad song called...The Day the Drum Died Check out our library of thrilling e-books @ amazon.com in the kindle store, or visit:www.booktango.com authors website:apluszips.com Thanks and pass it forward!