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Hang up your hangups

Ok, a confession. And one made with the full weight of its implications bearing down on me like a load of feathers. Extra soft ones of course (well, it is my confession). When I see bands play – and I mean good bands; bands with rhythm – my right leg gyrates like a stunned jellyfish. Yes, fellow shakers, it’s quite a spectacle, a manic burst of movements keeping solid time with the snare as the rest of my body stays rigidly still. I’d like to say that it has a mind of its own. But I won’t. That would just be freaky. [painting by Joe Sorren]