POCKETS EMPTY,
zero
Clearance leeway
Take my word for it or not, there is nothing at the end of the forks in the roads except a Void
This is no criminal enterprise, yet it appears that it’s run by an unfriendly force of geek nerds
Be that as it may, ain’t no time for sergeants and generals, it’s all for One & One for all of it
We got to Earth accidentally, ask you mamas, now only God knows you’ll twit a tweet skit.
Shut down your radar so you don’t know that the End is incoming, not just you but all dirt
It’s not from Outerspace or another planet or solar system in the galaxy, us in a black hole
Disturbing it is, coming to fruition without a clue about the reason why Life exists, a Squirt
From a clueless distributor of rhyme & reason, devoid of both in essence of a sacred LOL.
Buying everything that’s for sale to resell at a profit when the supplies run out of holy Hells
High or low, underground preferred to recover the stolen goods from the ugly and the bads
Known or unknown, the rules and regulations remain sacrosanct, Live & Let Live, nutshells
Grain of the Truth as we know it, conceived, born, programmed to seek all narrow way fads.
Grime spins around, wobbles around, orbits around, runs amok around the solar plexi orbit
Who, what, where & why are the preemptory reflexes at the Origin’s Big Bang, disintegrated
No recollection of preconception either as a sperm or an egg, nor a fetus in an RNA scat pit
Look ‘round 360 degrees from where you sit & lie to me, now and then before y’all are dead.
Zippity Do Dah, Zippity Ehhhhhh, my oh my oh what a wonderful day, plenty of sunshine
Ol’ Jiminy Cricket’s rant when he rocked & rolled cartoons of my youth, drunk Disney wine
No way to stop it, nothing else was on but the News, old news remixed for the deception
Hurry away from the place in Space you inhabit, to avoid death by fear of being rat’s skin.
Beer, wine and spirits of every style cooked in a still or alcohol industrial disease racket
Used to be run by the mafia underground, then Jack Daniels & Seagram stole the show
Mr Bigstuff, who do you think you are, what would your mama say about her egg’s grow
It’s now for me to say, for me to know & for you to find out, it’s all there in the open glow.
Gone either with the wind or buried deep as shovels dig, maybe sunk to Davy Jones’ crib
Way down near the bottom silt that coats the core, too hot to handle, chilled by a wet face
A cooler star, Earth will reignite and return to it’s former glory, the sun of God, Adam’s rib
Kids the begotten daughters and mothers of the species’ genome, RNA/DNA panty lace.
Bob your head, duck your head down when the Time comes to snag one last gasp of O2
Rigor mortis and the stench of rotten, digestion and bacteria ingestion, hidden in the blue
Notes blown, air tubes, pluck anima sinews-strings, beat wood on stretched skin & metal
That’s all the melody, the rhythm and the beats to the payoff, end of the gig’s foot pedal.
Apes eating grapes grown in the vineyards, before the wrath comes with the winter’s Fall
From above the atmosphere, between asteroids & galactic atoms in gravitational collapse
Pits inside of the fruits are required to be here at all, where, why or how & just let it lapse
To the dead and yet to be born, it’s a moot point, dead ghosts don’t survive so have a ball.
Browbeaten before conception, karma an illusion of fools who don’t know God is dead
As above, so below, the concept of Creator of Everything is a fiction of the Pope’s head
Back in the day, hundreds of years ago, maybe millennia ago, we were all saints who die
Those who terminated God’s RNA line of sight, survived in a Tizzy fit, as low as most high.
Buying Time in the by-and-by may not be the best thing to do, nobody knows & I can’t tell
If you die and there’s nothing after life, who gives a hoot, Freddy may have nailed it in Hell
A nihilist way for the amigas and amigos of the one spouting efficacious comprehension
Of human & vermin walks of life, all things animated become stone silent in Time’s den.
Blood bleeds, souls have no skin in the game, a concept to screw your nuts into bolts
You nailed it before, winning and losing just the ending of the games’ high-stake revolts
Before you breathed the gas and after you can’t suck wind any longer, gotta pay the fees
World of Rich and Poor, pole to pole, around the equator, every dry spot between seas.
Wrecks below the sea, floated for a minute, displaced the gas of Hydrogen & Oxygen
Made it all cherry wine that no human can resist, it’s the blood flowing from God’s sun
Above my head, below my feet, it’s happened before & it will again, I’ll come & I’ll go on
To perfection of a smile on the Divine Face, like my mother Earth, she said, It Is Done!
Hot junk yard housing the junkies & Scotland yard housing the Bobbies or sheriff of Nots
In and out of the hot matrix mix, original sinners in a maelstrom of original dashes in dots
Better than you hoped, not as good as you wanted it to be, yet here you’re all right on top
Of piles of smiles and trials ancestors leftover in the safe, open amen, mankind is a flop!
Print the smiles for the camera, false faces’ bones that hide the Truth which ain’t so much
Just the facts man, nothing but the facts, Truth, I can handle the Truth, what about you fool?
Whether or not you can, here’s the truth for you in any case, you’re no place in Space, a Dot
Nothing more nor less, got bent by your folks, you’ll die & it’ll come back to haunt you too.
Highway ain’t movin’ for anybody, you got to hit that road to move & there’s no free choice
Move this animation or just be underground, unmoved mover woke up from a surreal place
Always sliding safe into home, hitting baseballs like there’s no tomorrow, 80 homer season
Just once, I struck out on a tip-foul, yet it was a knuckleball I could’ve hit to Folsom prison.
Saving face because I don’t appreciate embarrassment of the kinfolk and loves of my life
Hence, I’ve erased my historical record of ever being here & now, name & number deleted
Hit the ground running & hitch a ride on a Tesla to the moon and back, 186,000 miles 1-way
Back before you’re mother knew you were gone, on a UFO from midnight to Four, look away.
Offense taken, without retaliation, I accept the opinion you’ve gleaned from deception eyes
Astigmatic, far or near-sighted and nearly blind as a bat without radar, the skies full of pies
Cherry or lemon méringue or a Key Lime pie in my refrigerator to mix with my café con leche
Got woke, awakened, appeared I knew nothing more than uncertainty, my big Marlin catch.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, June 1st MMXXV Anno Domini
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
Discovering Miles Davis Live
A Journey Into the
Magic of Jazz
Miles Davis, the
legendary figure of jazz, is synonymous with innovation, creativity, and
unparalleled artistry. To experience his music live is to step into an
extraordinary realm where sound meets soul, and improvisation becomes a
language in itself. For those lucky enough to have witnessed Miles Davis live
in his prime, the memories are etched forever, but for the many who explore his
recordings and performances today, it is an unexpected discovery of genius.
The Genius of Miles Davis
Miles Davis was not
merely a musician; he was a revolutionary. His ability to reinvent himself and
jazz as a genre is unparalleled. From his early explorations of bebop to the
birth of cool jazz, from modal jazz to fusion, Miles consistently pushed boundaries.
His live performances were a testament to his adaptability and brilliance,
showcasing how he could take an audience on a captivating journey, often marked
by spontaneity and raw emotion.
The Energy of Live Performances
Listening to a studio
recording by Miles Davis is one thing, but experiencing his live performances
is an entirely different affair. His concerts were not scripted; they were
fluid, unpredictable, and alive. Miles had the uncanny ability to create a dialogue
with his band and his audience. His trumpet, often described as an extension of
his spirit, would pierce through the air, leaving listeners in awe of its
intensity and melancholy.
The interplay between
Miles and his band members, whether it was John Coltrane, Herbie Hancock, or
Wayne Shorter, was nothing short of magical. Each musician brought their unique
voice to the stage, but under Miles' direction, their contributions often merged
into a singular, transcendent experience. This energy is palpable in recordings
of live performances such as "Live at the Plugged Nickel,"
"Miles at the Fillmore," and "Live in Europe 1967."
Iconic Live Albums
Miles Davis has left
behind a treasure trove of live recordings that continue to inspire and amaze.
These albums are windows into the dynamic atmosphere of his concerts:
"Live at the Plugged
Nickel"
Recorded in 1965,
this performance showcases Miles at his modal jazz peak, alongside his second
great quintet. The session is renowned for its daring improvisations and
rhythmic complexity, making it a classic among jazz enthusiasts.
"Miles at the Fillmore"
In 1970, Miles
introduced his audience to jazz fusion, blending rock, funk, and jazz in ways
that were groundbreaking. This live album captures the electrifying energy of
that era, highlighting Miles' willingness to explore new territories.
"Live in Europe 1967"
Part of "The
Bootleg Series," this recording brings together Miles and his quintet
during a European tour, delivering performances marked by brilliance and
unparalleled artistry.
Rediscovering Miles Davis Today
For modern audiences,
discovering Miles Davis live is often an act of unearthing the past. Digital
platforms and remastered recordings have made his live performances more
accessible than ever, allowing new generations to immerse themselves in his
genius. Documentaries, vinyl reissues, and performances by contemporary artists
influenced by Miles Davis ensure that his legacy remains alive.
The Impact of Miles Davis Live
The power of Miles
Davis' live performances lay not only in his technical mastery but in the
emotions he conveyed. His ability to innovate while remaining deeply connected
to the roots of jazz made him a beacon of creativity. As listeners discover his
live performances, they often find themselves inspired not just by the music
but by the courage to explore, improvise, and create.
Conclusion
Discovering Miles
Davis live is like stepping into a time machine where music transcends
boundaries. It is a glimpse into the mind of a true genius who redefined jazz
and the possibilities of sound. For fans old and new, Miles Davis live is not
just a musical experience—it is an unforgettable journey that continues to
resonate across generations.
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