.
Listen up you guys.
The real thing.
Joy power.
Go power.
How sad that Gershwin missed hearing
his extravaganza turned into
this mountain of excellence.
This New York time,
in language of structural spontaneity
detailing the genetic history
of a people of exuberant strength.
Transfixed by a translation of events into sound,
from street sounds to piano sounds,
from street language to piano language,
the beautiful translation of randomness into
movements of feelings.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment