Turn on the radio
Abstract Jazz
I like the notes
I feel the mood move
Plenty of space between these sounds
My mind shifts to scenes
Put it in second and turn on 145th
People slowly striding blighted streets
Seems a natural rhythm
A cadence of life
Some are beautiful
A piano plays sweet blues chops
Take me to that place!
A noticeable cymbal…… tssssss
Oh Mule, drone you agonies of pleasurable life
Focus it finely
Sax takes back with rage and logical statement
No more sax, too definitive a declaration
Clap Clap it was live
No cigarettes
I love this song
Her voice grooves me.
“But it’s not what you want.”
Offer me you
Please
Sax liberates
green light
jbm
Harlem, NYC
9/2/86
Music Selection:
Gil Scott Heron-Brian Jackson Midnight Band
New York City
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 8:34 AM UTC
Turn on the radio
Abstract Jazz
I like the notes
I feel the mood move
Plenty of space between these sounds
My mind shifts to scenes
Put it in second and turn on 145th
People slowly striding blighted streets
Seems a natural rhythm
A cadence of life
Some are beautiful
A piano plays sweet blues chops
Take me to that place!
A noticeable cymbal…… tssssss
Oh Mule, drone you agonies of pleasurable life
Focus it finely
Sax takes back with rage and logical statement
No more sax, too definitive a declaration
Clap Clap it was live
No cigarettes
I love this song
Her voice grooves me.
“But it’s not what you want.”
Offer me you
Please
Sax liberates
green light
jbm
Harlem, NYC
9/2/86
Music Selection:
Gil Scott Heron-Brian Jackson Midnight Band
New York City
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