The Jazz Collective
by Tim Reed
Sit down, little man, and join the jazz collective
This is a higher level of communication
Hear the snap, feel the beat - suddenly you've become the rhythm
The sizzle of the ride and the resolute walk of the bass
Angular expressions of life, love, and groove ooze from the piano
A guitar-chord laced with 3's, 7's, 9's, and 13's takes hold of your heart
Feel yourself lose yourself as you join the process of something greater than yourself
Long, languid phrases prove the fusion of brass and soul
Mountains loom ahead at 220 beats-per-minute
Take a second and rest your bones in the shadowy place of the blues
See the man tell you everything you didn't know about yourself as you join the jazz
White - Black
Man - Woman
Rich - Poor
Young - Old
- all take the same blue color in the equalizing force of that rhythm
- all suddenly speak together the universal language of the human soul
This is the jazz collective
This is jazz
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