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I could finally not be crushed.
Freely show what I felt.
Old Mose, that old mustached, gray-haired, blessed lanky man, cunning and elegantly funny, head held high on his piano! He rolled and bounced with his fingers. Coming down like apple sauce and beer on pale white slices of roast pork loin. With the presage of a double cooking. With Addison Farmer’s bass, with Osie Johnson’s drums. Perfect jazz, very fresh, vintage ‘62: "I Don't Worry About a Thing"(2:17), "It Didn't Turn Out That Way" (2:41), "Your Mind Is on Vacation" (2:35).
Appearing in the morning, he sizzled Straus organic butter on the insensitive pan: all for that fragrant burnt and crispy bacon. Which soon reached scrambled eggs and toasty blacks, tobacco smell, on a plate placed above the piano. Classic revisited: "Let Me See" by Count Basie and Harry Edison (4:08), "The Song Is Ended" by Irving Berlin (2:34).
Aren't you observant, Mose? Or am I dreaming. “Look here!”. What a crucial mix of blues and modern jazz!
Allison! Breathless hero. Still running. Singing like a swallow. You don't transcend in that song. “Look here!”.
- I can sum up for you, son, in two words everything that life has taught me: «Screw you, fool!». But that was before. And it was an abstraction. The recipe is “Go ahead!”
If this life is driving
You to drink
You sit around and wondering
Just what to think
Well I got some consolation
I'll give it to you
If I might
Well I don't worry 'bout a thing
'Cause I know nothing's gonna be alright
You know this world is just one big
Trouble spot because
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