And a late entry...
“Its these damn fingays.”
Stunned, Jazz Fusion’s Lance Mincen began to trimble like tender mutton.
His form was free from freeform.
He arrived in Tibet, donned a robe and began to slip into a trance.
Vivid images of Jazz Fusion flickered around the room and through the haze of the 4/3 signature swing beat Old Man Fingers Syndrome appeared.
He pronounced “Sheeet blaaaads, it’s da man dem puritay o lough’ve that’s gotsta flow tru dem fingays. You see blaaad?”
He paused… “Sheeeeeeeeeeeet.” And with that the vision was over.
Mincen came too, lit a joss stick and made love to his oboe in an improvised A minor.
Tuesday, 16 October 2007
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