Never, ever sit in the front row at a Taiko performance.
Watching the drummers from five feet away is an incredible experience, but your ribs ache for hours afterwards from the pounding they take.
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1 comment:
Missing the vintage Falstaff... Where is all the soul stirring stuff?
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