songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
moan like the autumn wind high in the lonesome tree-tops
© Christian Lillinger, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

Drum on your drums, batter on your banjoes / Sob on the long cool winding saxophones / Go to it, O jazzmen (Rolf Kühn Unit, poem by Carl Sandburg)

the serenade of a man that plays a blue guitar
© Ronny Graupe, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

The man bent over his guitar / A shearsman of sort. The day was green / They said “You have a blue guitar, / You do not play things as they are” / The man replied, “Things as they are / Are changed upon the blue guitar.” (Rolf Kühn Unit, poem by Wallace Stevens)

tracing a new theory of silence
© Johannes Fink & Rolf Kühn, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

Even Miles was giggling in the darkness. / It’s always a bitch to be out / front. He summons the bassline / of his thoughts in the shadows, tracing a new theory / of silence. Don’t worry about the next gig. / Their ears are still learning. (Rolf Kühn Unit, poem by John Keene) for [...]