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Quotes & Sayings About Bongos

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Bongos Quotes By David Lee Roth

Rap is poetry to music, like beatniks without beards and bongos. — David Lee Roth

Bongos Quotes By Demetri Martin

I think my favorite sound is the sound of someone not playing the bongos. — Demetri Martin

Bongos Quotes By Sufjan Stevens

One of my strongest memories is my father playing bongos in the living room in Detroit listening to Motown radio. He was this skinny white bald guy, but he was really moved by blues and Motown and funk. — Sufjan Stevens

Bongos Quotes By Queen Latifah

There was always music in our home. My mom and my dad loved music. I remember when we were kids we would have these great parties at the house with congas and bongos and African drums, and it was amazing. It wasn't until years later that I found out that they were actually Black Panther meetings. — Queen Latifah

Bongos Quotes By Patti Smith Just Kids

In Washington Square, one could still feel the characters of Henry James and the presence of the author himself. Entering the perimeters of the white arch, one was greeted by the sounds of bongos and acoustic guitars, protest singers, political arguments, activists leafleting, older chess players challenged by the young. This open atmosphere was something I had not experienced, simple freedom that did not seem to be oppressive to anyone. — Patti Smith Just Kids

Bongos Quotes By Mark E. Smith

If it's me and yer granny on bongos, it's the Fall. — Mark E. Smith

Bongos Quotes By Andrew Lloyd Webber

Oh, by the way, Chuck, I spilled tea on your bongos. — Andrew Lloyd Webber

Bongos Quotes By Wayne Kramer

When we first met, I was trying to put a band together. I asked around at school for other guys who wanted to play in a band. Someone told me about a juvenile delinquent they knew who played bongos. — Wayne Kramer

Bongos Quotes By Jamie Farrell

It is utterly unfair," she said, shooing Wrigley away and
tossing aside her blanket, "that your country boy smile isn't
illegal." She pulled her feet from beneath him, but then she swung a leg over him and straddled his lap, still smiling at him while she took his cheeks in her hands and pressed a soft, open-lipped kiss to his mouth.
Will's pulse kicked up the tempo. He gripped her hips and
pushed against her, parted his lips to make way for her tongue.
Music exploded inside him. Electric guitars, keyboard, fiddle,
bongos. No words, just the white-hot melody of their bodies.
The intoxicating scent of her shampoo tickled his nose, but the intrigued woman scent was stronger - heady and spicy and everything.
He wanted her. — Jamie Farrell