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Don Cherry and Ornette Coleman 1959 Clemens Kalischer

Ornette Coleman and his son, Denardo
Central Park, New York
1969
photo Elliot Landy

Happy Birthday Ornette Coleman
photo Christopher Felver

"I look up, there are the stars, just the same, desolation, and the angels below who dont know they’re angels—"
- Jack Kerouac, Desolation Angels

"America why are your libraries full of tears?" - Allen Ginsberg

The High Winds

There is no staying in any one place; for at one and the same time everything has to be done everywhere.

Allen Ginsberg makes a face

"Because all these serious faces’ll only drive you mad, the only truth is music—the only meaning is without meaning—Music blends with the heartbeat universe and we forget the brain beat.," - Jack Kerouac, Desolation Angels

Arnold Schoenberg
St. Petersburg, 1912

But, perhaps, to be true philosophers, we mortals should not be conscious of so living or so striving.

Thou canst not tell where one drop of water or one grain of sand will be to-morrow noon

" to be slow hair" - Gregory Corso

"America why are your libraries full of tears?" - Allen Ginsberg

Little Bend Friday night's tracking session brought up a couple parts that remain (0:41-1:25, 1:46-2:08), but there wasn't a hook until a second tracking session Saturday night resulted in harmonized melody lines...

This week’s composition keeps with the guitar-only approach, indulging in a few harmonized melody lines (as I tend to do). There’s a bit of emotional content in places. weeklybeats.com/onezero/musi...

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Day of the Roots

"America I've given you all and now I'm nothing" - Allen Ginsberg

The sea spoke forever, but its language was foreign to her. She did not understand.

Only in silence the word,
Only in dark the light,
Only in dying life:
Bright the hawk's flight
On the empty sky.

“She'll die.”
“Aye. That's a consequence of being alive.”

good morning Buddha

Gregory Corso:
What kind of advice you got for politicians?
William Burroughs:
Tell the truth once and for all and shut up forever.

America when will we end the human war?
—Allen Ginsberg

he had spent his life learning how to choose to do what he had no choice but to do.

Kumquat-colored trolleys ding as they trundle
Passengers under an indigo fizzle
Needling spumily down from the wires:

who personal and cold-water grew old shouting rejoicing in an alley of sandbox of electric true awakenings,