And as we get further into the new area of the sun,
they pump their horns full with pain and discomfort,
only to let it out in a quick outburst along with the most carefully chosen set of notes.
Reading a piece in the same tempo from a paper would most likely set either your eyes or the paper on fire.
The trombone player has just let off ground, he's flying along with a mockingbird outside my window, and they both aim for the sun.
Dizzy breaks him off before he gets too separated from the band.
We're all in this together.
Mr. Gillespie surrender his soul to a row of outstanding arpeggios
and as he rise from the earth along with his drummer
who accelerate the beat in symbiosis with our leader and his fearless golden gun.
Somewhere up there I see that the sky and the clouds are all being' pushed aside as the trumpet cries out a series of heart aching melodies.
Every one of them furiously bringing us one step closer to the stars and beyond.
The bass player gives into the theme and everybody brakes off while the drummer caress his band mates every note with a constant boping on the ride,
marking every new chapter in this story with a fill on the snare.
We all float now; the duo seems to have captured the rest of us in a bubble,
which we all start hovering above ground in.
My stomach has gone from the most tense organ in my whole body to being a kind of peaceful brick giving me a centre gravity-point that I can hold to be in control of our
evolving state of being.
Just like a thunderstorm from a clear sky Charlie Parker turns into the shape of an animal, roaring out his inner demons in front of us and suddenly an explosion from his golden piece of pure love throws every single one of us straight into the sun.
None of us could have anticipated the result of constant rising in the degree of intensity and speed to be as revolutionary and insane as this.
If there is a God out there, he's not spending his time answering your prayers,
he's off listening to Mr. Parker and Mr. Gillespie turning his creation
upside down and inside out.
We all look at each other as the last note of the tune echoes on into eternity.
Charlie and Dizzy smiles at us with an extra large portion of understanding and secure emotion. You must understand; none of us knew where we'd landed and they both noticed this.
That's why they’re smiling.
Charlie puts his alto saxophone on the ground,
or whatever we're standing on, and sits down on his knees.
With a mysterious look on his face and with a hint of insanity in his eyes he says;
- Welcome home, boys. This is it.
they pump their horns full with pain and discomfort,
only to let it out in a quick outburst along with the most carefully chosen set of notes.
Reading a piece in the same tempo from a paper would most likely set either your eyes or the paper on fire.
The trombone player has just let off ground, he's flying along with a mockingbird outside my window, and they both aim for the sun.
Dizzy breaks him off before he gets too separated from the band.
We're all in this together.
Mr. Gillespie surrender his soul to a row of outstanding arpeggios
and as he rise from the earth along with his drummer
who accelerate the beat in symbiosis with our leader and his fearless golden gun.
Somewhere up there I see that the sky and the clouds are all being' pushed aside as the trumpet cries out a series of heart aching melodies.
Every one of them furiously bringing us one step closer to the stars and beyond.
The bass player gives into the theme and everybody brakes off while the drummer caress his band mates every note with a constant boping on the ride,
marking every new chapter in this story with a fill on the snare.
We all float now; the duo seems to have captured the rest of us in a bubble,
which we all start hovering above ground in.
My stomach has gone from the most tense organ in my whole body to being a kind of peaceful brick giving me a centre gravity-point that I can hold to be in control of our
evolving state of being.
Just like a thunderstorm from a clear sky Charlie Parker turns into the shape of an animal, roaring out his inner demons in front of us and suddenly an explosion from his golden piece of pure love throws every single one of us straight into the sun.
None of us could have anticipated the result of constant rising in the degree of intensity and speed to be as revolutionary and insane as this.
If there is a God out there, he's not spending his time answering your prayers,
he's off listening to Mr. Parker and Mr. Gillespie turning his creation
upside down and inside out.
We all look at each other as the last note of the tune echoes on into eternity.
Charlie and Dizzy smiles at us with an extra large portion of understanding and secure emotion. You must understand; none of us knew where we'd landed and they both noticed this.
That's why they’re smiling.
Charlie puts his alto saxophone on the ground,
or whatever we're standing on, and sits down on his knees.
With a mysterious look on his face and with a hint of insanity in his eyes he says;
- Welcome home, boys. This is it.
- Gustav Carlsson
Somewhere-Over-The-Rainbow
2009
Somewhere-Over-The-Rainbow
2009
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