Trinidad in the early '60s was a quiet little tropical island and that was where my first solo vacation was spent. I remember the music - everywhere. It blared from record players on the streets, on car radios and down back alleys where vines covered fences and buildings and coconuts hung heavy in the trees. Music came from huts in backyards from pans being tuned. What a marvel to take a steel drum and make such beautiful music!
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