Whenever I attend music festivals I sit in my lawn chair and try to keep the beat. I watch the people around me bouncing, bobbing and snapping fingers. I have an issue bopping and snapping at the same time. This is especially embarrassing at jazz concerts.
I have no trouble keeping the beat at Sarah McLaughlin concerts because basically there is no beat. Just a string of long ethereal notes that put me to sleep.
I could get all metaphysical here and analyze the beat that guides our lives, bit hell, I can't even snap my fingers and bop, so back off on the philosophical ruminations.
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