djembe raze twice i've forgotten this was mine. the first time i was reminded, it was by the brother of the guy i always thought was a giant bag of douche, whose unremitting bonhomie came off like a front concealing something smarmy and swimming with worms. he would never come over here, the worm-infested one, but his brother did once, and it was the brother who exhumed the rope-tuned drum from the chaos of the room that was deceptive in its lack of outward chaos. he gave it a good slap with the palm of his hand, forcing the skin to belch off the better part of the dust it had been collecting as it remembered what it was made for. the second time i was reminded, after a longer time forgetting, was today. i took care to dust it the slower way, the way you're supposed to dust something, admired the handsomeness of the instrument for what might have been the first time, and moved it to a more accessible place, where it won't be forgotten again. 140114 what's it to you? who go blather from