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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2009-08-24 | | Buddy, blue as the Moon over those streets where you quickly paced to and from those very first sessions where that new beast called Jazz appeared before unbelieving ears and eyes. No rag time, no Sir. None of these dots written down. Just the noise, the twisted rhythm and the altered melodies, happy or blue as can be. On the floor waving that horn, as an extension of your voice, wailing the pain and pleasure of centuries in a furious ox race towards the future. And your band behind you, stomping ahead, keeping the time that was a'changing. That new beast demanded a drink, Buddy and from within the beast those ghoulish voices reached your soul. Black cosmonaut, they put you in an unmarked grave expecting you to be forgotten. How could I ever?
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