Ode to a steamboat on a five dollar harmonica in Old Sacramento
It was a lovely day in Sacramento today so I walked around and played harmonica and ukulele. I had a lot of fun and wore some more of my boot soles down!
This is about the squeezebox; this is about tickling the ivories, caressing the black keys, pumping the bellows, and the dirty dirty people who do it! From a girl who has been described in performance as "hilarious" and "with soul", or "Like channeling Dio".
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