mclennanfilm at gmail.com
Fri Jul 23 21:07:12 CEST 2021
The drawing, unusually, sold as I added the finishing cross
Hatching and signature, in the cafe I happened to be
Working in. One apparently spontaneous and happy buyer! https://www.instagram.com/p/CRrhrIOn7xj/?utm_medium=copy_link
- what’s that loping music I
- ah, they called it ‘jazz’. Feel
The edgy atmosphere it embodies.
It’s got tension inbuilt. ‘Twas
The advanced harmonies
Employed. All those sevenths and thirteenth chords - mucks about with
Your ears... makes sense, but
Has plenty of dissonant
Buildup, then resolves.
- I love it! That rhythm..?
- oh yeah. They played
With the beat. The bluesy stuff often brought to mind a
Feeling of a sort of edgy and
Urban outsider. Like a soundtrack for the disaffected or downtrodden.
Criminal underworlds. Those
Who had to go outside the
Shitstem so to speak.
- I get you.
Bronwen took off the headphones and resumed
Writing in her diary.
Leon picked up the electric
Mandolin, and switching
On the amplifier he strummed a few licks then
Meandered off on an improvisation that sounded
Like a theme tune to a
Children’s cartoon from a few centuries hence, albeit with
L stopped abruptly and, throwing down the instrument lolled back in his
Rocker and dozed off.
B went to the pub.
The cat set off on its nightly
Rounds of the local middens.
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