It was Miles Davis who came and visited
\nthe tristesse of a room
\nin summer
\nmaybe in august, maybe in july<\/p>\n
and he entered the space with something called the „all blues“
\nand he didn’t talk
\nhe just lived something
\nthat people call jazz<\/p>\n
why do they
\ncall it so ?
\nnice
\nmusic
\nthat implements itself to your dna<\/p>\n
and moves would change
\nand voices would transform
\nand everything you hear is a melody now<\/p>\n
and maybe then you understand
\nwhy life is just a short prelude
\nto a masterwork
\ntoo big for eyes to see
\nthat’s why them close from time to time
\nwhile listening to something they call something
\nand it’s unbelievable that before
\nthey even just called it music<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It was Miles Davis who came and visited the tristesse of a room in summer maybe in august, maybe in july and he entered the space with something called the „all blues“ and he didn’t talk he just lived something … Weiterlesen