In the beginning were the chords
Seven days of rataplan;
The kind of week that John Lee ******
Dreamed in blue and 4/4 time,
Newport on a 60's binge.
Palinodes on saxophone lips
Refusing to look back on Memphis,
Chilling out to Tupelo time.
Spin him a lyric Lady Music,
Camber a tone to smoky heights.
Walk the blues round Jim Beam shores
And drown them in N'awlins nights.
Riff the waves to inner ear
Like satin on the low strings:
From frets on legacies
Feel the descant fade away.
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 10:29 AM UTC
In the beginning were the chords
Seven days of rataplan;
The kind of week that John Lee ******
Dreamed in blue and 4/4 time,
Newport on a 60's binge.
Palinodes on saxophone lips
Refusing to look back on Memphis,
Chilling out to Tupelo time.
Spin him a lyric Lady Music,
Camber a tone to smoky heights.
Walk the blues round Jim Beam shores
And drown them in N'awlins nights.
Riff the waves to inner ear
Like satin on the low strings:
From frets on legacies
Feel the descant fade away.
I first heard John Lee ****** live at the Newport Jazz Festival in the late 1960's. I've been a huge fan ever since.
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