A lovely fantasy world full of memories. One last blue note for Miles. Baldwin pecking away. Coltrain's sax like a scalpel. And Nina appearing like a chord change. Love that!
Bret, I'm enjoying the iconography you conjure. It's good to know not only the names of saints but the tones of jazz players. The solid blue bottom C on Trane's tenor, or Miles' dry-and-slightly spitty sound. these days I might lose the blindfold tests on the new guys but I've got the history and the sound-sculptures of the original jazz men in my soul.
A lovely fantasy world full of memories. One last blue note for Miles. Baldwin pecking away. Coltrain's sax like a scalpel. And Nina appearing like a chord change. Love that!
Bret, I'm enjoying the iconography you conjure. It's good to know not only the names of saints but the tones of jazz players. The solid blue bottom C on Trane's tenor, or Miles' dry-and-slightly spitty sound. these days I might lose the blindfold tests on the new guys but I've got the history and the sound-sculptures of the original jazz men in my soul.
Me, too.
“I lost entire lifetimes trying not to scream,” - Brilliant.
First thing i read. Damn you’re good! i’ll admit it, i got tears in my eyes….peace out
well done. . . thank you