PATRICK MCVAY

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Tambourine Man

If I were to announce that I have never fantasized of being internationlly renowned as the greatest tambourine artist in the world, well, you can imagine that most people wouldn’t believe me. I clearly have the body type for it. I also have the stamina.

For those of you who think that body type and stamina are irrelevant when it comes to tambourine playing, let me assure you that that many tambourine artists with raw talent never make it to the next level because they lack either stamina or the critical body-type factor: short-fingered, paunch in the midsection providing the right dampening effect for certain styles, amply endowed derriere against which to smack the tambourine skin for maximal sound. Traits like these have long made the finest tambourinists. (Go ahead, look it up.)

Just to be clear, I’ve only imagined being the best tambourine artist. I’ve never actually played one.

But if I did…

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