Solo by Charles Mingus. Poem by D.R. James.
D.R James riffs on jazz, bass solos, and too much audience chit-chat.
D.R James riffs on jazz, bass solos, and too much audience chit-chat.
Every summer he drove across the country in a clapped-out vehicle to see us kids, but he always went back. Back to where he had a stool at the bar and a nickname he loved: the Professor.
The odometer on our Wordpress dashboard quietly ticked over to 800 stories last week.
Tickets are now available for our show at Tempo Rubato in Brunswick on Saturday evening 30 November.
References to places in Belfast also appear in the lyrics, Hyndford St, Cypress Avenue. Locations around Northern Ireland, Newtownards, Comber, Coney Island. Van was nailing it for me. I knew the places he was weaving into his lyrics. Belfast was becoming famous through his songs.
Believing herself unloved and unlovable had splintered her heart. Her desperate life’s search was to find someone to piece it back together.
We return to the Queenscliffe Literary Festival on the Bellarine peninsula on Saturday evening, 26 October.
Billy McC. ate glass,/rolled out of moving cars and short trees,/wanted to be a stuntman,/had a plate in his head.
The elevator opens. Have a good day, I tell him.
The theatre manager probably retired to the screening room and poured herself a stiff drink or two.