Jazz jam session
only one eighth note
becomes a prelude
to Love in progression…
B-A-C-H anagram –
touch profondo flat B
rest, breathe out an Air
in climax crescendo to C
swiftly vanish in H
with morendo.
Pizzicato from bass
descended whipped cream
whoop-du-da-du
picked by squabble
trumpet with sourdine
wa-wa - wa-wa
amplified by drum
booom-purum-pum-poom
pacified trombone
sliding down to minor
in piano swing
s-s-s-swish (plates)
final quavering tone…
From short shore
(staccato) of impression
to lago-o-on of sensations
dive out whole
dive out whole
stand spring tall
at ping-pong jam session
emphasize, vocalize,
live jazz…
nice..i like those moments when jazz sounds like whipped cream...hmmm...jazz should be felt and tasted...and yeah...lived...
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed all the sound effects in your poem. I feel 'live jazz' through your words.
ReplyDeletePizzicato from bass
ReplyDeletedescended whipped cream...ha. nice...def love the sounds of this...the BACH trick is pretty cool too...
Enjoyed this I could feel the sound...
ReplyDeleteLove the interplay throughout - you captured here what I heard Wayne Shorter say about a month ago on a pbs interview - He said he defined the word Jazz as "I Dare You"! Isn't that great? And you picked right up on that thread here. Really enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteGrateful for your comments!
ReplyDeleteAh you have captured the spirit of jazz here in a really cool way. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteYou jazzed it up indeed at your feed
ReplyDeleteLoving the lively jazzy upbeat ~
ReplyDeleteGreat write on jazzing things up humbird! Nicely!
ReplyDeleteHank
What an experience... I felt like I was in the jam.
ReplyDeleteWow! You certainly captured the feeling of jazz in your words!
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