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Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Todd Trainer Jazz Time
Drawn with marker and colored pen. The drummer for Shellac plays his kit with a hammer and a sword while a member of the blue man group (wearing non-blue clothing) blows sausage links out of a modified trumpet.
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