Yeah, sing on brother, play on drummer

There I am, wondering if I am Outbound or Inbound on the Red Line, lost and annoyed.

Before I could pop a fuse and miss my chance to chat with Fouad Siniora, through the air came a calming influence.

It was a old time band, picking and playing with fun and love – perfect to forget my anger and tap my feet with joy. While they weren’t Jimi Hendrix level like the title of this post, they did suit the place and my new mood perfectly.

Thank you random musicians. Yeah, sing on brother, play on drummer.

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