You, you, you oughta know.

It's hard to like his music because I don't like him on principle. And I think he has a bad singing voice. But we had to listen to the song so many times that I started to notice something about it. The music. There was something about it. The instruments, the way they fit together, and the way the song grew and built. It was music. It was like a tide--ebbing and flowing and I couldn't help but feel that when we were dancing. It was penetrating. Permeating. Inundating. Intoxicating.

"Do you miss jazz band?" She asked. "Yes." I immediately answered. "I miss it a lot. And you don't get opportunities like that anymore." "Yeah." She said. I need my saxophone.

I neeeeed it.

I need someone to sit there for about twenty minutes playing blues while I empty my brain out. God, I need it. I need to play music with somebody. I feel like I'm dying. Like I'm suffocating. Like I'm fucking drowning. I won't do rap music, I won't do punk music, and I won't do country. I'm a jazz musician, damn it. I need to play some jazz.

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jonathanbarcelo said…

To the musicplaying thing.. . .

yes, please

-Jonathan

October 28, 2009 at 3:56 PM

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everything is fine

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