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“Its these damn fingays.”

Stunned, Jazz Fusion’s Lance Mincen began to trimble like tender mutton.

His form was free from freeform.

He arrived in Tibet, donned a robe and began to slip into a trance.

Vivid images of Jazz Fusion flickered around the room and through the haze of the 4/3 signature swing beat Old Man Fingers Syndrome appeared.

He pronounced “Sheeet blaaaads, it’s da man dem puritay o lough’ve that’s gotsta flow tru dem fingays. You see blaaad?”

He paused… “Sheeeeeeeeeeeet.” And with that the vision was over.

Mincen came too, lit a joss stick and made love to his oboe in an improvised A minor.