Prosopagnosia

Night and day’s tied faces to the plainly hidden
Double helical wrapped Christmas morning gifts
Opened up like halos when street lamps kick in

Some Kind Of Blue

The Prince of Darkness
Was beaten by the police today
His khaki suit and tie baring, crimson splat
From his head struck by a cop at Birdland
His blood gushed over like oil from a tanker
Tragic ballads of yesterdays and moon frowns
I still hear Morpheus skipping rocks across dreams
If I were a bell I’d toll for gone gone gone oceans

Jazz Lives Matter: Cara’s Music Corner

Today I will be discussing my recent musical love affair with the genius of Eric Dolphy and the systematic racism that jazz musicians faced in the 50’s and 60’s. As a primer please listen to the epic and emotionally moving song Alabama recorded by John Coltrane in 1963 on the album, Live At Birdland. ThisContinue reading “Jazz Lives Matter: Cara’s Music Corner”