One late dark seedy night on the Detroit streets, a small bug sneaks in the back door of a smokey jazz club ...nobody sees him through the thick lurid smoke, playing his non existent trumpet, just with his lips, as they have all had too much bourbon (not biscuits), to notice through the thick smog...the Bug has no instrument to his mouth, but just some jazzy raspberry soul.......... but the night moves on and he passes unnoticed back onto the crowds of the late night dark streets......Bug trumpet lips has struck again...
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Puffy cheek grin. Good description too. Lurid smoke? Bug Mouth Blues!
Cool bluesy, jazzy trumpet lips Bug!
Nice soundscape.
Sorry Pick i had to delete one video, as it duplicated, for no reason that I can tell ?
But thanks for the comment anyway.. ;>)
...er or lips?