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Ye Olde Night Out HIT To Bavaria To Bavaria The day was as dull as dish water We were hurtling into the darkness The light would be reclaimed by the impending night The withered trees lined the highways reaching upwards for fading inspiration.
They stood as reminders, victims clinging to memory Visited only by the wandering crows Theirs was a brutal unrelenting winter The richness of the forest seemed secure by comparison Emboldened by number We carved through the landscape Onward towards the yielding glow of sunset Bound for the city There were havens of light in pockets along the way Small proud territories kissed by the retiring sun Beacons of flickering hope along a long and miserable stretch Endless highways and faceless truck stops Sound tracked by the mechanised voice of the navigation system We had dispensed with conversation altogether Each to their own vessel Propelled by his own selfish thoughts Nursing his own wound Snatching at sleep Sinking further into the abyss The tensions amongst us were visible scars with solid foundations Years in the making, each had his own breaking point, his own shame, his own grievance.
Civility was a hard yet favourable road There would be time for more Howling at the moon later down the line More lubricated home truths, incriminations And collegial truces Now was the time for quiet contemplation.
Happy Days Neighbour Yet You Wait You must relearn The art of tongue biting Pride swallowing Point scoring Passivity Meekness The rising damp of resentment Door slamming Finger jabbing Blood boiling Oh the parts we play The lies we tell Tied by the chord umbilical Tethered, aligned, destined to follow the same star Through burning deserts and howling gales Thick fog and dark forests You are both the hostage and the captor.
White Noise WHITE NOISE A blanket of white noise An electric box fan A small ambling river A highland stream Its drizzling softly somewhere in the north of England The clothes are wet but drying I can hear the rapid gunfire of tiny beating hearts A vacuum cleans The car rumbles on Through the creaking pines There are showers deep within the forest Crickets out in the fields Weave me a tapestry of sound In which to dream Enveloped yet free The windy desert palms Waves rushing against rocks Tweeting birds and croaking frogs The steady droplets on an umbrella The yawning winter creek The rusting leaky tap Ice cracking A suburban night in The Ukraine Inside the carriage of a high speed German train A rushing mountain stream On the blustery outskirts of town Along the desolated coast Distant ships sound From outside or from within You hear the cry building Fighting, struggling neath the skin Ready to burst And tear this firmament down to earth.
City By Bus A Home Undone Setting the tardis it is hard to ask for anything more. Vibes, double bass and drums are a format that you don't often hear these days as a unit.
Add piano and in the past you would have got a sound as durable and significant as the Modern Jazz Quartet. Anthony Kerr, whose style bears a surface …. Opening with tunes by Coltrane, 'Lazy Bird' and 'Wise One' the more effective of the two , a sprightly Mingus interpretation 'Nostalgia in Times Square' early on too the set changed gear a few times and was most interesting on tackling Brad Mehldau's 'Unrequited' where Kerr showed that he can be more modernist than you might imagine if you only know his work from playing with Georgie Fame.
A slightly shy leader as a player he certainly knows how to stretch out and there was a lot of mobility to the trio's rapid canter through their impressive set.
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