Bass Man

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    Bass Man

    He stands stationed stage left next to the guitar player …. The Bass Man.
    With nimble fingers he plucks the driving beat of the band as the drummer kicks out the back with his steady hammering of the skins with sticks in his hand.
    Multi colored lights shine on you from above like ray from the heavens,
    Your body glistens like diamonds.
    Screaming women swoon and men pump their fists in the air as if they were in agreement with your musical candor.
    Thumping chords that make our bodies move to your groove as you bless us with your passion through music.
    Leaving the crowd exhausted as waves of sound fills the night air.
    By Katherine Mills
    Written 4/11/08

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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