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.
Believing herself unloved and unlovable had splintered her heart. Her desperate lifeās search was to find someone to piece it back together.
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, [...]
But now I was almost nine years at the plant, and that novel was in a box in the closet, kept company by two others Iād gone on to write. The plant had become quicksand.
Until/somebodyās wedding, I only saw Mom/dance big-band behind an ironing board...
From Strauss to the Stones, I jammed my classroom with music, matching songs and symphonies to subjects, activities, and transitions.
I came across a song that I hadn't listened to for ages, a song that when I first heard it, was a real life changing moment.
Canadian writer Bill Arnott brought a new dimension to Stereo Stories when he started sending in some jazz poems in mid-2020 . He sent YouTube clips of himself narrating the poems. While driving the empty streets of Vancouver in lockdown..
It would be overstating it to say that we came to Melbourne because of Vince Jones. But it didnāt hurt that you can find performers of his calibre there.