Outstanding. I lived it. Am still. Street sax life. Burroughsian wisdom . Many years. The multiphonics. The altissimo. The overblow. Crecendo as they walk away decrecendo as they return. Play past last call play for the metaphoric quasars listen in, every speaker a microphone? Dada to Devine. Dr. Fingers Schafer the Lobotomy Kid. Played outside the Nova convention. met the old man a year before his death. Knocked on his door he growled you can hear it yourself.
“Whaddya waaaant.” I said the magic word. Him ginsberg kerouac…their visit to Celine. Journey to the end of night. His gravel voice smoothed to a pleasant sine. “Well come right in.” I am completly jazzed by everyones work and effort in this recording. I bet it was quite a trip putting it all together. Your composition and its scope and depth spoke volumes to me. Jajouka rock and roll to cosmic ornette colemans. Man i use to blow. It was a way of life, mizzou. Ninth and cherry shattered to the bluenote. These days as i am no longer a wild boy, though my electronic compositions are still as far out as can be, still travel those experimental meta spaceways. Creative Remote view tintype whisper. Check out my finds. Https://jazzres.in
