To make emotions from words ,to mix them up in the food processor of life,
It’s not all strife ,it’s not all angst,no thanks to that,
When the Trumpet sounds a loud alarm,when the Tuba deals it’s turbines,
Make an impress with a soft Marimba ,that queen of African instruments,
Feel the heart strings of the 12 string,from Ry Cooper,J j Cale,Stanley Clarke,
Oh and while your at it,shout out for George Benson ,Lee Ritenour,and co,
Those heartstrings pull and rock around and just like the Entwistle bass,the Dire Striats guitar George to gorge and score .
If Carlos Santana is 8n town,then check out his latest incarnation ,you’ll surely applaud,you’ll surely be glad and you won’t be sad but glad you gave it a go,
My tone poem speaks with pulsating emotion ,it’s vibrates like a skate in shallow water,
As the guitar looks over to the harmony section ,it’s not a deflection,just a change of direction,
I hear the brilliance of Keith Emerson,the sensitivity of Rick wakeman,and the soul man that is Stevie,
Glad together in my tone poem are the vocal kings and queens of my tone poem landscape to help me escape the banal ,the insensitive,the cruel,the mountebank ,
These gems of humanity ,these joyful protagonists ,with their talent their genius,
Oh,they are all there with their voices raised and I call their register now,
Sam Cooke,Sarah Vaughan,Nina Simone,Bobby Womack,MJ,Elvis the Pelvis,Dusty,Amy,George,Mama Cas,Karen C,et al,
My register has reams of names that never shame us,never defame us,never letting hubris to mar their tones,
I’m at home with my tone poem,and I invite you to think of yours tonight and have hope that music rests in your emotions and in your heart.