His gift thrives from his pain as he trumps the air with his horn. Golden flashes strike the wall as his hands lift the notes weighted with years. His music draws in with pull while the sounds push then tease twisting around faces like lovers’ fingers begging for mercy. He … More PUSH AND PULL
The jazz and the junk crawled like ants with cymbals on their feet jungle marching inside his head yelling to his snazzy fingers to blow notes with pounding and circling like witchy winds scratching hard at the air tearing a hole and blasting the music smacking flat into faces smiling broad … More FROM THAT HORN
Blow horn man blow dark out of night with wicked blasts scaring the silence into running. Blow hard knocking down the bones of stand up music into rattling corner dice. Blow long that solid note piercing sharp like a knife cutting deep opening wide the jazz.
Roger Singer 