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)

Try to figure out and laugh yourself to the showers / Burn yourself alive and join the monster squad / They say in this place you can reinvent yourself (The National)

My hands they were strangers lost in the night / They’re waving around in the dusty light / I’m waiting in the wings while the trees undress / Cupping my ear to hear the wind confess / I’m a ghost in the garden / Scaring the crows / If it weren’t for second chances, we’d […]