Nothing puts quite the same smile on my face as a little Billie Holiday or Louis Armstrong, some Ella Fitzgerald and a hint of Ray Charles...jazz has an effect like not much else.
Listening to old jazz
awakens the corners of my mouth, to the corners of my soul
--the innermost depths of my inner indulgence...
the sweet, of the beat; moist,syrupy air--
breathing in the romance of tender rhythm,
a long, slooow drag,
drawing each note out to its tip.
The swing of the tsk-a-tsk of cymbols,
a rousing, lazy-day seduction,
a memory no dreamer could imagine--
a shudder no man's hands could
reproduce.
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