RIP Etta James man.

Me & Mr.Jones

Sun Ra “Antique Blacks”

Sun Ra “Antique Blacks”

Sun Ra-Space is the Place

Sun Ra-Space is the Place

good way to chilllll on a rainynight.

dis chic is hawt shit.

dis chic is hawt shit.

my friend thought this was Shakira…I got offended, can you blame me?

to the minstrel dusted angels of genius

9 times outta 10

i told ya then

playback the roll on the speaker

5 shots walkin

toilet is bare death

brotha brotha can you get this thru ya head

this was set up by ya ma it was set up by the feds

fate has no excuse

but confounded lines

the fine is only ya soul

brotha brotha can you get this thru yo head

i never knew how to survive unless i was lucky like cecil

had da horn

had da girl

had da track hit sum numba on sum chart

had da axe

had da shivers

had da gigs

had da wife that was music

but didn’t love me in the scales

it loved me when i died.

the mighty pharoah.

the mighty pharoah

the mighty pharoah

ayler

Waking up to ayler idling wavering ayler

I learn

quintent trio rio in 65

continuation in bush of bush cloud of cloud mountain breaks

dawn assumes pose 1/4 in witchcycle

devils pool out into the streets devils pool out into the streets

ghosts of no claim leap into beds of water

n leave us cold

ax is smashed ax is smashed to bits split apart across the universe ain’t no glue can hold um down

devils pool out into the streets

mourn n giggle

mourn n wriggle cause satan’s left the building

children sleep with the light on children put ya pillow over ya head children desist

children resist.

*woke up this morning, started studying japanes, but I’m failing so what’s the point. Put on some Lady Day, then some Ra, stopped at Ayler, felt like writing.

the gawdz.

the gawdz.

draft 1 of Jazz Improv Poetry Piece

By: Yazzy Boiragee

 

(the ARTIST is in a studio like area. Maybe with paper, pens and pencils, canvas and paints, instruments, chalkboard or nothing at all, just himself. He is trying to find his voice. There are pieces of paper that at some point he will pass out-this is his outlet to try and connect to the real world to feel something to help find his own voice. This piece does not have to be fully memorized or said, it is the basis of which the ARTIST may riff off of into any direction. As long as it ends with the last line.)

 

ARTIST

AAAAAHHHH AHHHHHHH AHHHH AHHHH wail wail wail AHHHH AHHHH AHHHH-(coughcoughcoughcoughcough)

Hold on-lemme try again (clears throat)…AHHHH AHHHH AHHHHH wail wail wail wail AHHHHHHHHHHH (clears throat again) Hold on I almost got it….AH! SHIT!

This ain’t workin. Shit. Uh. Okay, lemme try this.

r-ah

bl ack ack ack ack ack ack

spaaaace

bla ck ck ck ckc kck ck ck

spaaaaace

NO COLOR OF SHADE

no color fo shade

NO COLOR OF SHADE

b lack lack lack lack lack

space lacks the potential to sing on pretwritten sheets

one to three four one two three four

break no rule break no rule

book on head back straight show no emotion

one to

THREE

(stop that!)

FOUR

(stop that!)

AHHHHHHHHHHH-if you push dat button

(if you push dat button)

YA ASS GOT TA GO!

 

i got the cosmos commin out my ass-nuclear was

i got dope smokin my own ass-nuclear wars

i got coppertone niggers eatin bleach cream-nuclear wars

i got plutonian night bombs

in my head-nuclear wars

CUZ I’M FROM SATURN n you bitches is still hee-ew-mane

ina hendrrr-mix of mista charlie’s horse-nuclear wars

in ebonix knock vernacular cant speak no eeenglish-nuclear wars

I GOT SOME MOTHAFUCKAS I GOT SOME MOTHAFUCKAS

sittin on my stoop eatin my soup dryin my juke

i got ray bop on sun’s rays some mothafuckas in them trumpets

some mothafucka in them piana nude trees

got dem mothafuckas on my re-chord

got dem brass balls mothafucka

got enough to fight the world off

bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh

but them bluez

ee jack you lay ssion

eejack youlay ssion

ssion ssion ssion shun me to zion where once believed a god

ohhhhhh muhthuhfuhckuh

sTOP the music for we have no mo limits

stop the music for we have no mo lines

STOP the music for we have no mo limits

STOP

the music for we have no mo lines

stop the beat cause it aint got no rythm just

SHIT

im sorry brotha

BUT YO ASS GOT TA GO!

new love=free jazz.

r-ah

bl ack ack ack ack ack ack

spaaaace

bla ck ck ck ckc kck ck ck

spaaaaace

NO COLOR OF SHADE

no color fo shade

NO COLOR OF SHADE

b lack lack lack lack lack

space lacks the potential to sing on pretwritten sheets

one to three four one two three four

break no rule break no rule

book on head back straight show no emotion

one to

THREE

stop that

FOUR

stop that

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

if you push dat button

YA ASS GOT TA GO!

one two three