Funky drummers. This was one of the first things that met me on Times Square in NY. And what more do you really need than an old green bucket to entertain crowds of cheerful bypassers? This bucket master was born to drum.
Read with consideration: Please read this blog in the same way it is intended - i.e. allowing room for its paradoxes, irony, and tongue-in-cheek writing.
My interests are politics, journalism, writing, travelling, and the general state of the world (no less). I am usually in pursuit of the above. The paradoxical way.