The Bright Loom
The drum spoke before Marcus did. It was a Saturday night in November 1925, and the Savoy Club on 135th Street was packed to the gills. Marcus Johnson stood behind his drum set—a modest affair, snare, bass, two toms—and watched the crowd with the easy smile of a man who had nothing to prove. He tapped the snare once. Twice. Then he began to play. The Golden Drum did not need Marcus to tell it...
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