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headed batá drums]. The place was crowded. People were sitting on the floor. Rodney told me to sit down, and I did. Some people were up and dancing, but mostly people sat in their places, swaying to the music, moving so naturally. As I listened and listened I became transfixed by the sound. The sound got into my bones and without even being aware of it, I started swaying also. Suddenly I felt someone tapping me. It was Rodney. He said, “Okay you got it. Now we can go.”
Tropicana Nights: The Life and Times of the Legendary Cuban Nightclub
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