songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …

there was no distance in these open fields – only time

He dreamed he played the notes so slowly that they hovered in the air above the crowd and shimmered like a neon sign (Oded Tzur, poem by Dana Gioia)

posted: Oktober 1, 2016
under: black & white, jazz, pictures
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3 Responses to “there was no distance in these open fields – only time”

  1. Francis J sagt:

    I always liked jazz concerts photos. Maybe its „noir“ side. And the music we can imagine in our heads. And sharing these moments with you, Florian, gives yet more pleasure on our road to unknown territories.

  2. Uwe sagt:

    Ja, die hohe Kunst des Zuhörens: das Zusammenspiel von Solisten, zwischen Aktion und Reaktion, Vorgabe und Paraphrase, Frage und Antwort, Thema und Improvisation … Und könnte man die Töne lesen, was würden wir zu hören bekommen? Pure Poesie, Worte, die mit sich selbst spielen.
    Gruß, Uwe

  3. Elaine- sagt:

    if he played the notes slowly on that sax, i might be convinced to go to that concert :) love the poem and the ever so romantic picture!!

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