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Saturday, June 6, 2009
A harmonica is easy to carry. Take it out of your hip pocket knock it
against your palm to shake out the dirt and pocket fuzz and bits of tobacco. Now it’s ready. You can do anything with
a harmonica: thin reedy single tone, or chords, or melody with rhythm chords. You can mold the music with curved hands, making
it wail and cry like bagpipes, making it full and round like an organ, making it as sharp and bitter as the reed pipes of
the hills. And you play and put it back in your pocket. It’s always with you…. Grapes of Wrath,
John Steinbeck, 1939.
9:41 am edt
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