Rustic Rhythm Appreciator Pillows

"Winter is a-comin'."

Marimba

Children disturbing a heart rate reading.

Turn, turn and turn.

"I'm the only sane artist in the world."

The Dance of the Penguins Once the March Is Over

It’s God’s country, if your God wears camouflage and dips tobacco.

"Can you speak up: there's a bloody racket going on in the background."

'When I met him he was all bright and shiny - now he's a rust bucket.'

'Wait!... I don't want to take Brady out right now. He's just getting into rhythm.'

"I learned ridin', I learned cowpokin' and I learned how to eat and sleep under the stars. But, dag nab it, I never learned any geology."

"Lemon 'merengue' pies"

Thatched roof car.

Dance.

Music producers.

Zumba

The Drummer

"The time has come for some tough cost-cutting decisions, and I'm forced to ask myself, do we really need a bass?"

'Cool! Where'd you learn the new step?'

Meticulously prepared, locally sourced food served on artifacts of a romanticized industrial past, by people who take their fashion cues from daguerreotypes, to adults whose parents still pay their rent.

'He's the bluesman's bluesman.'

The Little Drummer Boy.

'Oh, I plow the fields, Greta takes care of the house, and young Johan, here, maintains the website.'

Men dancing

Dancing woman

A dancing man wearing a red-striped top

Great Poets of Catalogdom

'Either play faster or get out the band.'

'Just remember lads, when the drummer misses a beat we all miss a beat.'

'Don't you just love that rap music!'

Hip Hop Physician: 'Put a halt on salt and cut back on fat. Are you down with that?'

"Honey who needs a man when you've got... Rhythm!"

"You play that song once more and I'll break both your hands!"

Musician