A whisper to the morning light / Don’t take my night from me / Now or never is all I see / Time follows time / The rising does not have to rise / It’s already in Dana’s eyes / The rising does not have to rise / It’s all written in her eyes / […]

And then I saw the dream’s dark spring / Hurricanes of jazz born from the underworld / „Saint Louis Gal with a diamond ring“ / Danced with hoboes while the thunder swirled! (e.s.t., poem by Maxwell Bodenheim) Unmade Beds // Fotografien von Florian Fritsch vom 03.04. bis 02.05.2015 in der ZustandsZone, Königstr. 16, 22767 Hamburg.

Well I’m gonna do some smokin‘ / I’m gonna smoke all that good stuff that I can / Well I’m gonna do some tokin‘ / I’m gonna smoke all that best stuff across this land / Cause I’m a drinkin‘, smokin‘, nighttime ramblin‘ kinda man (Hank III) Just a few days left. And believe me […]