I will tell the truth wherever I please.
The militant not the meek shall inherit the earth!
Freedom for the working class!
You must stand for free speech in the streets.
But in Shimabukuro's hands, as he breaks out experimental jazz, lays down a steady blues train, or shreds on rock anthems, this little jumping flea becomes a melodic monster.
I am not blind to the shortcomings of our own people.