Listen to my noise
I like jazz for the same reason I love logic puzzles. This music makes my brain do flip flops. I catch a pattern, itentify the repeating melody and suddenly know what to expect - but then the familiar sound is gone, slipped from my mind like silk scarves through fingertips. Each time I think I can claim it, it changes, gone, reborn as something new and challenging.In this dim hidden place, I watch golden candlelight orbs floating in the palms of waitresses. The flayed fingers on my bare shoulder spark our dark corner. Nothing could be more divine.
posted by Scribbler @ Sunday, April 16, 2006
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