JAZZERCIDE
Listen to Jim:
or read on…
Listening to jazz. Cool jazz. What a way to go! What a way to remain! Listening to jazz.
Here’s a red clay diary note from a jazz session I attended a couple of years ago, the kind of note that writes itself. The kind of note that makes me want to go listen to some more jazz. Mo’ better jazz, that is:
Dancing in
my head,
my feet
tapping, my
body unmoved
except inside
my gut, my
gut feeling,
close to
my heart.
Within the
music,
wondering
what the
Void would
feel like,
if bereft
of the
beat, the
sound, the
ecstasy
of the
musicians
and their
extensions—
their cyborg
instruments—
so much a part
of themselves
they don’t know where
they begin and the
instruments end
(c) 2010 A.D. by Jim Reed