Ain’t nothing better than the sound of jazz to get the blood flowing.
I’ve got fever and it ain’t food related, I’ve got the chills all over as the band gets it going.
Simple and straight ahead.
No fuss, no buss.
Right out of the jar with dirty hands.
Like stealing a cookie before supper, Jazz makes me a kid again.
Wired on a glass of juice, I sit beside the fire in a fish restaurant.
Another night that I go out to experience what this town has to offer and all I do is frantically scribble on my notepad and chastise myself for having forgotten my camera, yet again.
I’m still learning this whole blogging thing. I assure you, I’m getting better everyday.
In all honesty, nothing compares to great music.
At least for me, it’s the one medium that makes me feel like an explosion of life overflowing with joy. I sincerely hope you’ve got something like that in your life too.
The crisp sizzle of a ride cymbal during a feverish saxophone solo.
The wild untamed loudness of rock ‘n roll riffs
The tender surrender of a south indian voice chanting her devotion to God.
The guttural and primal raucousness of mongolian throat singing.
I could go on forever
To celebrate life, for me, nothing compares to music from the heart.
Although, maybe silence is a close contender.
But, when both silence and music go into symbiosis, I tell you,
That’s when the going gets real good!!
Try it!