OK, squares: After many decades of playing what used to be called “arranger’s piano,” I am embracing my inner beatnik, thanks to a pair of LP bongos thoughtfully purchased for me by Ms. TTK while we were on vacation.
I already have the goatee, sunglasses, and several Pocket Poets Series volumes published by City Lights in San Francisco. Now all I need is a beret.
While piano is my main instrument, I have learned a thing or two about Latin rhythms over the decades. So, I think it will come down primarily to technique.
Even with what little work I've done so far, I am at least as good as Maynard G. Krebs, technically if not stylistically.