There is a thirst in my fire. A cloud heavy with wet, ready to release a river. In my head a muscle pushes rocks, forcing rivers to overflow, changing the course of brown gravel into the sounds of me. I am a prisoner of music. The maker of jazz and the roll of … More THAT JAZZ THING
Labored wipers edge the smooth curved surface with vengeance as the final reach snaps a forceful wet slapping, shoving aside the enemy of night……water. Headlights course heavily through the drops as the beams stretch toward the next curve like a child reaching for candy. Creatures of night absorb the car, hovering over as if waiting … More NIGHT DRIVE
Lifting waves of hands like vines circling, weave tapestries of surrender and praise for the beginning of a start or the end of long suffering. The message of hands provides comfort and rest, a blanket of protection, safety without words. An open and willing heart provides the opportunity for God to … More NEW BEGINNINGS
He begged the horn to breathe strong for him, to tell a story of pain in love, and love with pain His fingers danced on flat pearl keys spinning jazzy notes like the earth rolling through space. Pure gold sounds flowed richly as he taught the notes to fly into welcome air. … More INSIDE THE HORN
That black 33 1/3 circled the life of song spinning it out in round of rounds dark shiny onyx like Alabama nights pushed a sound of scratch and horns and bass with drums forming a jumpy beat as the man on ivories jams the air choking out a new sound … More CLEOPATRA’S OIL
The air had an aroma of mischief, unshaven faces, sweaty collars, dancers and players all fashioned under a darkness, rising in song, raising with voices the chance of a gathering on red dirt roads where magnolias steal the senses and whispers rule the night while fingers become the language under stars without names and in … More MISCHIEF
Under the bough of a great tree with eyes closed I see through the curtains of my eyelids gray black shadows like lightening flashing above me. Winds full of beauty form a chorus between leaves with praise unleashed, applauded by angels. I am clay, named though not forgotten, secured and planted, protected and watered, encouraged … More A WHISPER
Walk to me the songs crawling silently like cats at night stalking the dark with eyes piercing deep into me. Tie my thoughts with the strings of a righteous bass preaching sternly to my ears the message of jazz. Help me snap my fingers free like running legs of children against the wind, never … More TEACH ME THE JAZZ
River edge at the yawning of the delta, I hear cottonwoods rattle voices like people, low by campfires scraping washboards and snapping strings; soft footed fast picking thieves run with shadows. Beating drums stretch the skin of messages released under wide blue free skies of music calling. Red dusty roads rise up stormy jazzy … More DELTA JAZZ
Long live that blue 54 Chevy with dots for tails and fancy chrome door handles that slipped your smile back to you with a welcome reflection into a long cushy fat blue pin stripped seat with snappy springs where kids bounced while music played of summer warm and windows were full down letting … More THAT 54 CHEVY
Roger Singer 