songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
my metapher is a blues
© Peter Brötzmann, Hamburg, 2015, Florian Fritsch

— · — — · — My metapher is a blues / Hot pain dealin blues is a blues axin / Guitar voices whiskey broken niggah deep / In the heart is a blues in a glass filled with rain / Is a blues in the dark / Slurred voices of straight bourbon / Is [...]

what we want is to be brass
© Peter Brötzmann, Hamburg, 2015, Florian Fritsch

What we want is to be brass. / The horn-scratched voice blown through. / Valves as golden as his. Lord as crazy sex / Or first real heartbreak (Peter Brötzmann, poem by Patricia Spears Jones)

across this pretty lonesome town
© Berliner Straße, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

Tired of taking solo walks / Across this pretty lonesome town / And always ending up so fucked / Every time that we go out (Rivulets)