A drum solo tribute to black men and boys brutalized by police.
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There comes a time in everyone’s life when frustration builds to the point that no words can express the anger, disgust, distrust and pure rage you’re feeling. Well, I admit, my time has come. I’m a pretty outspoken journalist who loves to share my opinion—regardless of the negative feedback that comes with it—but I have nothing more to say at the moment about the Darrin Manning case, the Eric Garner murder or any other tragic news story that involves unarmed black men and boys being stopped, frisked, hurt, chocked and shot by white police officers.
No words, no story arc, not even a million curse words will truly express my feelings, so I’ll let my drums do the talking….
Thanks for reading. Until next time, I’m Flood the Drummer® & I’m Drumming for JUSTICE!™
‘hear the drummer get wicked’
just wondered if you often wished you were young during the 1930s to 1950s swing era, 1950s bebop era, 1970/80s jazzfunk era, or 1960s to 1990 rock n metal era where all instrumentalists getting to do a syncopated solo was the delightful normal in music