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.:The Full-Blown Buzz:.

 
This art, this music
It’s been birthed or...so it seems
Conceived for all its worth to ream & gleam
Retaining that shine of the historical
Doing so without it being rhetorical; those  
daredevil deeds of reeds
The theology of senses; the soaring
No this art, this music isn’t about the boring
This is about the rapturous in content
Straight-up...Trumpeting the bent
Each sax to the max
Flexing inside & within every mood
Traps tripping, riding a hyped sense of euphoria
Bass lines sliding...wild thumbs
Gliding along fine lines
Atop streams of dreams; the ones
Emanating from the bandstand

This was and is the surround sound of finite space
Sets after midnight making their case
This was and is the ubiquity of art
Purposely distinguishable from what wasn’t
This is the future of what was...
This was & is The Full-Blown Buzz...
Art created, Fed by way of an all out perseverance
Each takeoff granted not requiring clearance
Musicians having gone off...long
Long before the first note
Gone long before even the first toke
From the womb one can assume
One can see bebop was a run on life
And seriously, it wasn’t a joke
And not all heard was all that was wrote
Parented by The Blues while paying dues
Bebop...non-stop; sending art’s mercurial views






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