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lyrics
With all this talk of race and place, privilege and class...sometimes the talk feels like talk. Feels like a numbing of the same words being used over and over again. Living a life of some privilege shields me from the confrontation outside the words and discourse. Youtube, Facebook and Twitter makes it feel sometimes like a never ending movie. The images roll into one another day after day. The numbing takes over. You’re in a trance of knowing but not seeing, really.
So a dear friend wants to spend a milestone birthday on the beach taking a walk together - a great idea in a pandemic. The weather for a Chrstmas Eve walk in New York City was a balmy 58 degrees. The joy to go, driving there in good spirits and making a turn that I didn’t know was wrong until I felt it. I felt the hues change to an undeniable whiteness that was alone and standout. As I drove it felt strange and the panic came to a head when I arrived at a dead end with the entrance to a surf club. There was nowhere else to go but back. Panicked, I called my host and they knew I was in the wrong place and told me to get out of there. I did. Carefully, within the speed limit as the fear and panic slowly left the clenching in my fingers, my hands loosened around the wheel. I could hear music again. When I felt safe, I pulled over to get my bearing, making it to my friend just 10 minutes later.
A joy to see friendly faces full of joy and love and we celebrated our dear friend!! When I got home, I felt a sadness come over me. I couldn’t push it away. It swept me up like a tornado and I sobbed for hours.
Christmas day I wake up feeling an overwhelming sadness, tears flow like a waterfall. Why the heaviness? Is it the year of 2020, finally crashing down its tension in my body and psyche, as I take a break? Or was it that brief visit to Breezy Point. where I confronted the fear I’ve been reading and seeing from afar. Nothing happened but I was so aware that it could at any moment.
Breezy Point ain't Breezy. Breezy Point ain't Breezy. No, no.
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Energy time maddafakkas! This is hard hitting free jazz for the revolution. Listening to this you could believe it might actually happen!
Anyone who thinks Jazz is for old folks should give this a spin. It couldn’t be more contemporary to my ears. Crinklechips
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Mary Halvorson is a genius composer and guitarist who has developed her own musical language, and with Code Girl she has incorporated poetry into that language. Incredible compositions and lyricism (each track is a different kind of poem). Halvorson's playing is as great as usual, and all the other members of the band sound great. Robert Wyatt's singing in particular works extremely well in the tracks he's featured. Highly, highly recommend. rat