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“I like to express certain things that happen in my life, the joy of spring, the birds singing and young babies coming into the world. You know, the whole thing as well as the part I'm not happy with, the sad part.”

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Roy Haynes
Roy Haynes

Roy Haynes, born on March 13, 1925, is an outstanding jazz drummer. His musical career spans over half a century, and he has collaborated with many famous jazz musicians, profoundly influencing the development of jazz music. more

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