Augustine listened to the piano man’s guttural voice sing the blues. The noisy smoke filled room was silenced by the power of his words and the complicated riffs he played – a driving life force that lifted him to another realm of understanding. The audience cheered when the music ended; the piano man continued to finger keys, some harmonic and some atonal. A drummer joined him, so did a bass player, and a wild-eyed young man of about twenty, hair ...
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2013