i love the random rhymes that escape my head while i work at the place that employs me currently. well, they pay me to hang out and make nice with all the people who come in and need money, it is my job to give out money in correct denominations. good times, good times.
so, to catch up with some weirdness that has been going on my life, all of you the few who read this know i love music. i turned this over in my head last night while listening to free form jazz, my ass flat against a floor of beautiful wood on the third floor of an old freemason lodge, my back against a wall below a window, mind wandering, wandering, wandering, watching the things that fly out of the poor instruments the guys were playing. lights up a little more than time the before. a woman walking around with a flash camera fucking it the whole time. yes, her dress was pretty and her shoes were smashing, but the flash every so often took a lot away from what was being presented in front of my head. these things happen. i just filed it along with the dull noise of hamilton avenue cars and drunken people laughing. a bass clarinet old saxophone sweet drum set crazy trumpet must take precedence. always, no questions or other roads fancied.
smashing.
i love listening to and experiencing artists creating art. yes, some people can't really hang with free formed jazz, i understand completely, but to appreciate what is being presented by letting it change your ways of thinking and let it in, this is sweetness. and always a greatness of times. to have one of those thoughts that alter the way you perceive, to have one of those times that change your mind, these can be found in experiences of letting random ratios of notes, beats and time in to visit your head.
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