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He saw several loving what they heard and it bothered him. They were dancing and having a grand ole thyme. People clapping, dancing, getting along and singing along with the music. It bothered him , I mean it really really bothered him. See he had been a musician; he had albums, the were musical master peices. Some even were remixed to be dance songs. But one day people just stopped requesting his songs. They bought some albums : but ales were low and remained low even when his releases were new and fresh. He never changed his style, instead he'd tag-up with different people to intro interest in his sound. The did do some culturally different things, like fusing genres and sounds ,but keeping it collectively interesting using, tones, grooves, harmonic interludes, never being depressed alway optimistic. One reporter told his I love your style: because I never hear anything gossipy in the lyrics, they are one point directed right to the audience it's catering to. I do like those universal groove that compliments the beauty of love. I reaches ever audience with out insult or tease. I love your music!"Allegro to adagio and even the andante!" I really love your sound, creativity and songs!" All I could do was say thanks! But not being included in the place I wanted to be: at the time I wanted to be there: just bothered me! Written by: Sonata Fugue Aria Toggy Journalistic Groover Me Sore Parts of Monday Dancing Friday night music Extraordinaire The Cattle Coat Diplomate

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