A Meditation on the Music
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A Meditation on the Music
Miles (Listening to “All Blues”)
The shuffling brushes. The horns, the two saxophones in tandem, in harmony. Miles entering. This is the first jazz I remember, first I considered. Brought inside, felt in the gut. I was into blues, was drifting from Sixties White Blues kids, from Clapton and Yardbirds to Paul Butterfield and Michael Bloomfield to John Lee Hooker and Elmore James. Muddy Waters was like a bread-basket gut punch of raw power.
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Author: hankkalet
Hank Kalet is a poet and freelance journalist. He is the economic needs reporter for NJ Spotlight, teaches journalism at Rutgers University and writing at Middlesex County College and Brookdale Community College. He writes a semi-monthly column for the Progressive Populist. He is a lifelong fan of the New York Mets and New York Knicks, drinks too much coffee and attends as many Bruce Springsteen concerts as his meager finances will allow. He lives in South Brunswick with his wife Annie.
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