Can middle-class english white boys play the Bossa Nova? Not really, but we can try! Featuring the fretless bass of John Kramarchuk and the alto sax of Pieter Engels.
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Creative block? Try Haiku! I don't really know much more than the form but it's great for freeing the mind. A real Haiku is a single-verse form but I strung a few together to make this lyric. The music grew out of my love for the old Bossa Nova songs of Jobim et al.
Lyrics
Imogen
Imogen her name.
I imagine her in bed with a paperback.
Meanwhile I make tea. Naked, humming happily
As evening draws in.
Outside people walk.
Inside she calls out my name and shakes her hair down.
Wordlessly she says: 'Drop into my dreams tonight
Just come as you are'.
Clearer than daydreams
I imagine Imogen
In bed with her books,
Her charming good-looks
Brighter possibilities
Of resolution.
Imogen her name.
Sweet figment of a dreamer: just a fantasy.
Strange we sometimes are, perfect strangers to ourselves
Our minds not our own.
Clearer than daydreams
I imagine Imogen
In bed with her books.
Her charming good-looks
Brighter possibilities
Of resolution.
Exquisite