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DIXIELAND MAN His fingers blur grenedilla wood and improvises ebony with silver as the sweet colors of a clarion call pulsate the room with a staggered step and the rhythm gets your body swaying and fingers tapping to the incantations from his black magic wand pointed skyward like a unicorn’s horn even the dim lights bop to the two beat bounce on the dark dance floor while the Dixieland man lost in his world excites your soul.

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