Stuck on Pennie Lane: a musical comedy

He never wrote a song about me. Not one. Not even a note, which he might have carried to me in a small, brown paper bag and deposited on the doorstep, where, of course, I might have looked upon it, feeling trepidacious. Percussion: Djembes with their high gloss sheen, ropes swelling over bulbous bodies—Gatam, clay [...]