Grazing in the grass - Hugh Masekela, summer, 1968

You could hear this madly syncopated, blaring brass rhythm of the African veldt in the air - everywhere - in the scorching summer sun of New York City during that year of crazy changes - 1968.

Dig: The Legendary, hither, thither, and yon, oh, my brothers and sisters. Indeed. I say. Yes, indeed.