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 Hear? - 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 16c overtones. 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. S Sent from my spyphone
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