Yes, we hear you, but we're not interested. We know you live in a cave. Maybe a hundred years, or two, ago we'd be charmed or lulled by your whistling.
Oh, for god's sake, fine, it's not a whistle, it's a flute. Herbie Mann, you ain't. Yes, we're
(more) children but we know who Herbie Mann is. Our father is an older man.
You're an anachronism though we know you have contemporaries. We are not interested in any of you. You have ruined music for us. It's not enough to close our ears.
Our sooty ears.
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