A guitar fills a soft space between soul and need releasing petals of sound merging into the blood of day. Wounds are healed within the weave of notes closing out loss strengthening bones and heart with growth. The sounds continue, watering unfolding blossoms as darkness retreats. The guitar soothes the moment, opening a chance beyond … More UNFOLDING
The jazz of his well overflows. The wetness of long images drip fluid hot from fingers playing the burn. A sweet pleasantness follows him. Years of heads turning form great waves behind him; the applause reaches distant galaxies. He is a cat. A prowler of music forests, yet tamed. Open souls are consumed without resistance. … More SINGLE FILE
People gather on fire escape balconies clapping a beat into night winds as musicians in the street below lure the people closer with sound as the reason to reason spills from a half blood moon releasing rhythm legs to be free as a warm shower of jazz spills into humid … More DEEP OF DEEP
Blue shirt guitar man sing me out, make my shoes tap with the drummer beating the skins to crying and sizzling the cymbals into stormy lightening. Clouded lights lift from humid whispers and smoke. Hear the bass man call out to angels in heavy clouds stirring the heavens, making rain soak their wings, forcing them … More JIVE AND JUMP
THAT BRASSY THING In him that thing voiced a noise, circling, surfacing, beating his insides until busting out with the jazz then rising, filling the air with his lightening, pushing brass into highs and making the lows cry tears of songs deep from wells where he sleeps, thinking strong with busy fingers, … More THAT BRASSY THING
The stars don’t have a chance and that moon up there fat with cheese smiling silver and winking cold holds not a candle to the man and his guitar pulling strings thick like Christmas bows each note popping up like the sun but that to can’t hold no heat when those picking … More SNAPPING THOSE STRINGS
Smooth sweet wood mellow messages warmly delivered like summer rain rich with flavor notes of chocolate candy for ears rolling sweetness through the head into the fingers and tapping toes like running winds pulsing and pleasing falling with purpose wrinkling a shirt or a dark hat then dripping coolly … More HE CAN PLAY
Roger Singer 