αίματα λέμε..
“When I was out with George Duke I was playin’ congas every night, sometimes six nights a week. And every night, the first two songs, my hands would sting, and for the first song I would cry. By the third song my hands would get numb. A lot of those Latin guys who play three, four gigs a day, they urinate blood. I guarantee you. I never got to that point. My hands bled and I got blood clots. I would take a razor blade and cut them off, and they’d just be raw.”
http://www.petergillis.net/archives/court/court33.htm