So I was out in Roseboro, standing in the
living room of my aunt and uncle, drinking this big bottle of
Coke, a bottle about the size of a
water cooler bottle. After it was about three-quarters gone, I began playing the bottle, a latin beat. I thought about where I might find some
Desi Arnaz circa
1940 Mambo, everybody! threads, when I headed back North; surely there were stores-a-plenty. I thought also about where I might find some more water-cooler sized Coke bottles upon which to play my irresistable mambo beats. I was stumped. I kept playing, kept singing.
I went out to the front of the house, and sat on the porch steps. Gina brought me an ashtray. I thought about heading back North.
Everybody mambo, come on!