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There comes a time in everyone's life when meaning sneaks rears its head around the corner and winks at you. Sometimes it takes on a certain kind of voice--Smooth static blue notes accompanied by a cafeine buzz. It was once said that the lost souls of the world found themselves in places like this. Places of black and white marble, glass chess sets, cigarette smoke newspapers and silent baggy eyed part time college workers.
Jazz. From the big band sounds I heard on the radio, bebop tunes unknown to me by name, but not by heart. Bluesy BB King raspy Louis Armstong Kinky mystical Marley and his wailing soul laid back hepcat ska rancid oranges floating in a sublime ejaculate of musical utopia--where feelings meet reality, a point of meeting where for just a moment, everything is perfect. beyond this a drunken point of uncaring. or confusion. sitting back breathing and listening--happiness is a full soul. |