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By Ben Eddings
Hears to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The crazy ones. People might see psycho rampagers, but we see genius' getting to work on this world. We call them: The Band of Misfits.
By Zvi Zaks
He was just another homeless person, but he makes me hear uncanny, lovely music and, when I close my eyes, I see celestial spheres.
THis is what I think happens in the band room after everybody leaves ;)
I love band and music. This is dedicated to my band instructor. I WILL MISS YOU!!!
Don't you just love jazz music??