Tag Archives: jazz

American Alley

“What absurdity.  There is not one novel of America.  There are a thousand Americas. Big Business is only one of its inhuman, monstrous products.  But jazz is the expression of America’s romantic self, its sensual potency, its lyrical force. Big … Continue reading

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The Gospel According to John

“You’ve got to look at old things and see them in a new light.” Bound, as a parishioner to ancient-newness and freeform alchemy, these words issued from the worn, trembling lips of a man called Coltrane, who, with steady bough … Continue reading

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Chet Baker

The fastest road to heaven is also the slowest and most deeply felt– through a glinting horn, paradox waxes and wanes, to give cherish its moving line on grace.

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Bird

Haiku in honor of Charlie Parker’s death-day (March 12th) Yardbird’s singed solo, wings crisped to perfect measure– fly now, pray later.

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Beat, Bop & Abstraction

It took place in an amnesiac haze and fury, numberless nights of lightningspeak and opiate rabble, rocketfuel and anti-freeze, bright slashing ribbons of noise amounting to worry stones indenting the infantpink tender of palms, forecasting God as a vaudeville dunce … Continue reading

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Kind of Blue, Too

Spiders to Mozart, what luminous webs and notes we weave, snot-strands from God’s blown brass, tapestries of the eternal boombox, breakbeats to spacefolk to bebop within a deep forest kind of blue, the music, recorded or un, plays on and … Continue reading

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Charles Mingus

Fingers leaving prints, aftershocks to reckon with– God’s happy seizures.

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Swing

After the deluge, the horns lost their bright voices– Swing low, sweet chariot.

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Duke Ellington

Plein air’s noble brush with greatness composed to stand– notes, in hand, passed on.

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Village

Where the sidewalk ends, a clean, well-lighted place to bond a nightly arc.

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