BLUE IN GREEN by MILES DAVIS. Poem by D.R. James.
...he watched winter turn/his red wine black, fell asleep weeping...
...he watched winter turn/his red wine black, fell asleep weeping...
D.R James riffs on jazz, bass solos, and too much audience chit-chat.
Ā Divorceville, Michigan, December 1999. Ā Mind/ful/l of Miles Ā Whatās new? I too am kind of blue, ear buds soothing Ā āSo What,ā Ā Chambers and then Evans noodling Gil E.ās intro. Ā Sooo what? Ā Upright walks in the tune, conjures modal three-part Ā sooo whatās. Ā No mute for Miles, just cool, [...]
The lilac beaches, the rough promenade,/have frozen over in the night.
Until/somebodyās wedding, I only saw Mom/dance big-band behind an ironing board...
Rural Illinois, 1969 Ā Kissed-Off Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Lord knows Iām a voodoo chilā. āJimi Hendrix Ā Until that night a girl had only kissed me. Not I a girl. I was fifteen and for over Ā a year Jimiād been telling me he was a voodoo chilā, yeah, and I wasnāt. No moon Ā had [...]