Godfather Griot,
When we write and perform what we think is ours, we are covering you. Every singer who grunts, screams, wiggles and thrusts on a stage, trying to spit heart and soulfire into an SM57 between a broken monitor and an all night band struggling hard to sound tight owes you royalties. Every one of us continues to sample your DNA. Thank you for saving us with the love energy, the life force, the primal groove that makes your body move. We are your children, happy to be chasing your ghost.
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