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hear that, listen close, ear to the ground, on fallen trees, to the railroad tracks, the recurrent sound, the thumping, the bass beat of life, the rhythm, the heartbeat of soul, the basis that drives music, rhythm, the equal spacing of sounds, spread in time and space, slow sensual beats to a driving pounding pulse, that demands movement, begs for physical expression of sound made body, another instrument of the music, to be tuned, and tested, fit to certain forms and techniques, but expressed, allowed to be, set free to move and dance and flow and bump and grind, to let the beat match my movements, to let the blood pulse, the energy flow, the music, to let the music
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