Thursday, 28th August 2014.
and inside Chet Baker’s singing some September Song. it’s all Little Girl Blue and Amsterdam is not somewhere to be, and Chet is still holding on to his horn and those raindrops that never fell. it’s just a trumpet and that sound and a Jazz James Dean and his voice and a horn and that Jazz James Dean
and everytime I tell her uncle Osvald played the trumpet and was a bandleader and played for kicks she shuts down and says no, Osvald wasn’t a musician, he was an engineeer and chief and worked below deck and never showed himself upstairs, not even on shore leave, and I don’t care if he sailed from Stavanger, Norway to New York and back again, he didn’t play the trumpet, he was an engineer and a chief and worked below deck, and I say OK mom, he was an engineer and didn’t play for the cruisers and stayed down all the time, and I love you, mom, but come on, he played the trumpet, and knew how to jump and shout when that bottle felt empty, and
Tuesday, 23rd July 2013. Marbella. Andalucia.
Friday, 3rd May 2013.
listening to Ray Charles late at night.
Saturday, 2nd February 2013. Atlanta, Georgia.
Tuesday, 29th January 2013. Atlanta, Georgia.
Sunday, 15th April 2012. Las Vegas, Nevada.
Friday, April 13th 2012. Hoover Dam. Nevada, Arizona State Line.
Wednesday, 11th April 2012. Washington DC.
Saturday, 18th February 2012,
and we ride the D-train up to Harlem.
Friday, 25th February 2011.
Wednesday, 15th September 2010. Jacksonville, Florida.