365Nectar #8 Crescent City Blues Tues. Oct 1,2013 10:21 P.M.
In the deepest attic the thumping blues paint pastel portraits of the Crescent City
In burning ripples words slap strangers taking refuge in Armstrong Park
Slender, ****, and Shorty growl muted tones that ravage old bones whip thru Mid-City and saunter thru the Garden District all just practice to sizzle in a wild tap dance in the Quarter
High steppin Indians march toward God and defy gravity.
Roaring second line being led by woman powered Pinettes Brass Band hold rush hour traffic hostage for days belting greasy mingling tunes in the eye of the dusty moon
A pitch black struggle with the old moon liberated old souls entangled in soaked strings and sobbing fingers
A quintet churns and challenges the loneliness of pain
Strumming fingers make out with humming strings under a starry blue grey sky
Stomping down long black Oak-lined roads blowing thru shotgun homes like winter cold howling lifting heavy weights from shoulders like the sun shifting against bad weather the blues lady open the veins of drunken roses
Lungs full of tears Irma holla's, cries, and moans remedies north south east and west of a street called Desire Oh Etta At Last
Dim Misty light cast a heavy shadow on wiggling spirits as they cast off pain Allen Toussaint in smokeless blaze tips the night air
Kermit blows Dusty blues seducing suffering souls bounding them to each other in bliss
Whispering around town in a perfect velvet midnight sweet exhalations of song birds from corner joints dance the Ruffin groove
fiery trebles wave at people passing by
Down right ***** blues muzzles twilight trombones,tubas, and trumpets lay harmony under the harmonious thunder of the Marsalis Masters and low down deep in a musty sleepless corner is the missing Bass-man..