—Ray Barbee, 1971 -
Barbee's stuff just hits, sounds
straight like a bee-line back
through bedrooms, garages, picks.
Back to when it was man
manipulating ma-
chine, and not the other
way 'round. Just human hands,
white nails, and some strings,
plucking.
And just one here-and-there
hi-hat and one woodblock.
The simple sound of it,
just pins for the groove
to move on.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
—Ray Barbee, 1971 -
Barbee's stuff just hits, sounds
straight like a bee-line back
through bedrooms, garages, picks.
Back to when it was man
manipulating ma-
chine, and not the other
way 'round. Just human hands,
white nails, and some strings,
plucking.
And just one here-and-there
hi-hat and one woodblock.
The simple sound of it,
just pins for the groove
to move on.
This is the second time one of Ray's songs has inspired me to write a poem. If you haven't heard "A Word Aptly Spoken," I would definitely give it a listen.
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