It’s a flute.
I would not have guessed our most distant ancestors were so delicate in their tastes.
Zamfir is not delicate. Zamfir oozes testosterone and pheromones like you ooze evil — except more so.
I’m surprisingly skilled with a mouth harp.
I’m pretty sure Matsby made that and then went back in time to plant it.
Notice the flute was smashed to pieces. I suspect an irate mother.
Ian Anderson can trace his geneology all the way back to that classically trained caveman.
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