The Answers You Are Looking For
1/18/2006
This was posted on a friend's myspace blog the other day, and I think it deserves to be cross-posted here, too.... (edited for relevance)
Back in 1993, when the old Classical station was still on the radio here in Tulsa, every Saturday night would feature "Burning the Midnight Oil," a late-night traditional Jazz show. It was a 2-hour stretch from midnight to 2AM, and rarely would I miss it.
The DJ was this older fellow with a cool, mellow voice and he would play some of the greatest Jazz records ever made. I would usually light a candle, brew some good joe, a packet of Camels, grab my pen and steno pad and start plugging away with my poetry.
I cherish those moments like no others. My brain would indeed get stretchy, and funky. It was about letting go of routine and tapping into the intuitive vein. Sometimes it takes a little push to get there, but once I am there everything is suddenly so clear and easy to see and feel and sort out. A single vowel has the greatest of meanings; the rhythm of life pulsating alone in the dark by candlelight with me and my brain and the crazy jazz cat on the radio and my intimate thoughts and raging thoughts and troubles and delights all rolled up into one grand blissful cacophany.
It doesn't really get any better than that.
posted by Edward Svengali @ Wednesday, January 18, 2006,
