I'm sure he would of preferred a straight cash deal but he was visibly moved anyway.
"The Blues, eh", he said.
"Yea, the black man's music in America", I seemed to say out loud.
He then hugged me. Quite a tight one that went on for ages. About 5 seconds probably.
During that period I thought of a few things. The years of apartheid, Mandela, truth and reconciliation. I was thinking how much I loved the people here. It was my last trip and in a funny sorta way I was gonna miss this beautiful country.
Mostly though, I was thinking about the overwhelming smell of body odour and ways that I could conceivably avoid catching swine flu.
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hey, i thought that blues cd was for me? the beginning of my musical education. the odour issue is real.
Trying to teach an INXS fan the blues?
"I got those - stole kylie's virginity, married a clapped out old slapper that geldof had the best years from, wanked myself to death with a belt wrapped round my neck - blues, oh yeah mama".
Hmmm... can't see it meself.
I thought the black man needed it more than you.
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