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A friend call me one day.
Then one travell of 22 hours
We arrived to Vigo.
When we arrived
we play to 5:00 o clock.
We play in a jam,
in the beach
waitting for new day.
In one moment
it could be cause of divorce.
We have to say them –No, we want not to play anymore
There was a funeral.
People want to put corpse inside.
And me with the car in the middle
Luis said –We are Jazz Seminarie of Cangas
I leave out in car. The family, crying. ¡My Good!
What they think about meeting all?
How many of them will go here one week?
Whit Iago and Xan. -I can talk with Luis and talk with young people
A good group of young musicans
But the dessire of play with musicans continue live. I am surprised with me.
JAZZ IN FREEDOM