A titillating solo run
by Herbie
running free,
devising his own
alternate universe
parallel
fifths
alternate
voicings
parallel
universes
mixing it up
all
within a 32
bars
or so,
being
on the edge of
experiencing
one realm
or another
nasty
wedge of deliciously
odorous French
cheese,
the legs on a robust
unknown but
highly pleasant
red
and
knee-high brown
boots
covering black
leather
underneath
a
fiery red coat
raven black manes,
Persian princess
riding B63
a
copy
of the
Bhagavad Gita
– in Farsi no less –
in her delicate hands
a counter tenor
sailing
on the wings
of Couperin
through
imaginary
Cathedrals
in an
endless
sky
Is it all just about
a heightened experience
of
what is?
NY 3.30.13