The Hard Hang of Tom Hardie
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| Blog Name: |
The Hard Hang of Tom Hardie |
| Url: |
http://hardhang.com/ |
| Language: |
English |
| Topics: |
Sex, poetry, Literature |
| Description: |
"The Hard Hang is a bonding ritual invented many generations ago, soon after the discovery of medicinal plants and herbs by nomadic tribes of the African savanna. The ritual took many forms throughout history and was altered along the way. The Chinese added opiates to the mix, the Greeks added wine and the classical device of lounging, the Austrians gave us music to soar on, and the American Indians gave us shrooms. However, it wasn’t until the Blues and Jazz were invented, and subsequently every other form of modern music thereafter, that the Hard Hang was perfected. Now, it is possible to thoroughly enjoy the Hang without musical accompaniment, but I would strongly advise against this unless one has had extensive experience."
-Sang Lee, yellowson.org |
| Popularity: |
19 Followers |
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