songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
ain’t goin’ to heaven nohow, crowd up there’s too slow
© Conny Bauer, Berlin, 2016, Florian Fritsch

Thick bass notes from a moon faced drum / Saxophones moan, banjo strings hum / High thin notes from the cornet’s throat / Trombone snorting, bass horn snorting / Short tan notes from the piano / And the short tan notes from the piano (Conny Bauer, poem by Frank Marshall Davies)

but the sunset is flown away to the west
© Heiden, Schweiz, 2016, Florian Fritsch

If the time were not now I think I might stay / Right here with my feet on the ground / But the sunset is flown away to the west / And it’s her I must follow on down / Her I must follow on down (Jeffrey Foucault)

you’re still & you’re bright & you’re quiet in the heart of it
© Sensburger Allee, Berlin, 2016, Florian Fritsch

And I’ve tried to run / My little miles / Stumble over my sin / You’ll never find me out / It’s been just one dream / We’re living in / But you’re still and you’re bright and you’re quiet / In the heart of it (Gregory Alan Isakov)