I remember above my music school in Harlem, on the 3rd floor, a dance studio's class tapped out rhythms in syncopated time. It was 1939, all of us striving upward despite the country's most dismal economic setting. Economists had labeled it the Great Depression, but for us it was just Hard Times.
I remember above my music school in Harlem, on the 3rd floor, a dance studio's class tapped out rhythms in syncopated time. It was 1939, all of us striving upward despite the country's most dismal economic setting. Economists had labeled it the Great Depression, but for us it was just Hard Times.
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