In a booth in the corner with the lights down low / I was movin‘ in fast, she was takin‘ it slow / Well, I looked at him and caught him lookin‘ at me / I knew right then we were playin‘ free in Oregon (Loretta Lynn & Jack White)

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 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)