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"We Ain't Gotta Do Much" - Red Hat Film and Charlie Kim Productions

A Red Hat Films Video - "Flowers"

Music Video for the song "Flowers" from the album Airo Quill by Airhythmatic. Shot on Panasonic Gh2.

Slow Food UW

free jazz : coda

the last breath of the first song

            horns beat back the night alone

golden soul glow out the frosted window on soul food avenue

            spilling the song’s secrets in full view nude

singing the wind into stories of bitter truth   

coaxing tears from smiles and blues from a stone

            low bar lights reflected in red eyes 

harsh light captures a reflected face in high contrast 

            shadows muddy in a glass of still brown solace 

broken hearts litter the streets uptown. 

too proud to beg / too big to cry

she kills her drink / kissing it all goodbye

the next song saunters onstage as the house lights

            dim down to a smoky golden pool, bathing in

            gazes. she gives the horns a wink. and purrs  

“come on boys, lets make em wanna drink”

the saxophone and her dance a sad slow tango

            tragic tune of love untrue, betrayal blues

                        sorrow sung low in the key of heartache

             

7:15 AM, Wednesay January 4th

sunrise paints the sky

in parallel pastel pieces of

mosaic music unfolding slowly

cloud tapestry slowly woven glowing 

but first the black blues at the horizon

            night receding shade by shade          

almost without noticing, the blue is purpled 

            warmth infusing, rising from

            some thermal vent in the blue sky sea

            reflected pink light plays prismatic
across the undersides of white whales passing
 
through golden kelp rising from the seafloor horizon

            buttery dawn tendrils reaching

                        teasing the clouds colorful, fuschia cornflower

            patterned as only van gogh could see

                        some thousand waving contours weaving 

watercolor in the sky, a single moment wide 

a painting slowly swirling settling onto the day

                        sundrawn tracery blending pastel oil paints

            apollo’s horsetail brush leaving

            whorled trails in the cloud canvas

until his face rises to assess his work

            and in doing so, washes it all away

Free Jazz

start legato, pianissimo he blows the jazz

            starts low, building steam in the brass

                        saxophone steam engine first class

conductor in the spotlight

            passing the hours through a reed

wailing the time away. willing the sunset to stop

            for one note, at least, one soul, one crease

liquor bottles weep slowly behind the bar

            tears frozen, roasting on the first slow notes

bebop blizzard from ghostly lungs

            moments hung and hang and dangle

the trumpet enters. the blues remembers

            till the jazz blows its top riot

            till the spot hops sideways with rage 

jumping electric tin cats fire in the cradle no silver spoon

            jumping over the moon broomstick line in the sand

                        jumping the border through cellar doors and

dancing, dancing, dancing to forget the miles in the feet

swinging, swinging, swinging

                                                time measured in heartbeats

            passing shades of blue through the night

blowing the beat colors out through the swinging saloon doors

            blowing the feet in a hurricane seafloor typhoon

                        blowing the new moon jive monthly on Sundays

darkest night births brightest morning           

lightness brought from blackest mourning

            freedom blown through brass and pouring rain

            freed doom neon fire rain backlit halogen sins

            free to move into the fine moonless mists kiss

as the last notes blow, sustained long and low alto fortissimo

            winding down the watch legato

                        spooling the time back into instrument cases

                                    wrapping the groove down into silent spaces