While reading this entry, listen to this:

"The Deacon", Count Basie

"The music was a slow swell of acoustic rhythms and tenor vocals, mixed with the off beat jive of an anchored bass and tentative tapping of a corner-room snare. Oh, the sound of the night. Oh, the waiting of the morning. This is my favorite way to bring in tomorrow. Be it Count Basie's Jazz Orchestra, Charles Mingus' evolutionary scores, or a coffee house beat poet; as long as the song is played when the clock hits its peak, my day has begun properly. Welcoming the day with a song, a sip of coffee, a round of applause.

Many view the hours of 12-6am as the opening act for tomorrow, the independent artist that no one bothers to listen to and wasn't even on the bill. Many don't even consider it a part of tomorrow, but only the fat kid of yesterday who arrives too late for anyone to notice. Everyone waits for the sunrise. I'll take the fat kid.

His trumpet in his chubby, sweating, hands he mounts the ancient stage, raises the instrument to his pink plump lip, and blows a wind of sound. Through his breath, life, desire, he speaks words that make us raise long before the sun's first rays are seen. And the bar becomes his sheet music, and we become his notes."

- " The History of Jazz: Yet to Be Written", Benjamin Joshner

Peace. - Caleb