Just as life inspires the musician to write and play, the music inspires ME to write and live...
...They were "staightening some things out". The jazz ensemble instructor announced this to the musicians through which I heard emminante from behind closed rehearsal room doors. I heard this just outside in the hall, over trombones and trumpets of vaying notes and keys being tickled and teased as intruments were being tuned. Just outside these doors, sitting patiently, legs crossed "indian style" a certain sexy smoothness rolled out of the cracks of the doors and into my ears. Closing my eyes, moving my shoulders, tapping my finger tips across my knees, I was well satisfied treating myself to this free treasure. Then, upon 2 of the musicians entering the room, just a little late, they greeted and then began to jive with each other with "hey man" 's and "hows it goin" 's. "Wow", I thought, this is just like listening to one of the old Coltrane or Davis sessions, on VINYL no less! Sitting back, resting my shoulders on the cinderblocked, sound proffed walls, I let the music hit me like a flowing waterfall. In an instant, I was over powered by a conglomeration of notes, and keys, imagining a sexy woman, possibly a hot blonde, all done up in her sexy long gown, slit up the left side of her leg. Long, flowing, wavy hair covered her to about her shoulder, and through one lock, she glances with a narrowed stare at a gentleman seated across the room. As he puffs on his Camel, he tilts his Fredora in her direction. With a "come and get it" wink, she glides in the next room, only hoping her Fedora'd man will follow....
...They were "staightening some things out". The jazz ensemble instructor announced this to the musicians through which I heard emminante from behind closed rehearsal room doors. I heard this just outside in the hall, over trombones and trumpets of vaying notes and keys being tickled and teased as intruments were being tuned. Just outside these doors, sitting patiently, legs crossed "indian style" a certain sexy smoothness rolled out of the cracks of the doors and into my ears. Closing my eyes, moving my shoulders, tapping my finger tips across my knees, I was well satisfied treating myself to this free treasure. Then, upon 2 of the musicians entering the room, just a little late, they greeted and then began to jive with each other with "hey man" 's and "hows it goin" 's. "Wow", I thought, this is just like listening to one of the old Coltrane or Davis sessions, on VINYL no less! Sitting back, resting my shoulders on the cinderblocked, sound proffed walls, I let the music hit me like a flowing waterfall. In an instant, I was over powered by a conglomeration of notes, and keys, imagining a sexy woman, possibly a hot blonde, all done up in her sexy long gown, slit up the left side of her leg. Long, flowing, wavy hair covered her to about her shoulder, and through one lock, she glances with a narrowed stare at a gentleman seated across the room. As he puffs on his Camel, he tilts his Fredora in her direction. With a "come and get it" wink, she glides in the next room, only hoping her Fedora'd man will follow....
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