Twin Cities Choruses

lst Chorus: A jam session saves me from prolonged stress. Useless hands - they droop at my side. In a dream - No, a nightmare. Again and again, I witness this loss of dexterity. Useless hands, and myself a jazz musician! Who are we? Say it loud and clear: "We are jazz musicians. We shine at night, from 6 pm to 6 am, we shine! " My 60+ years old hands, wrinkled, gnarled, blessed, hold my bass, I twirl it around while plucking out a rhythmic phrase - What talent! Don't waste it, buddy-boy. This belongs to more than just you. 2nd Chorus OK, I'm as ready as I'll ever be... What's the point of all these points of view? Let's settle on a mission, say, teaching everyone in both cities to sing the blues choruses, or at least hold the beat while they sit. How can you jazz cats feel the jazz current and not be electrified! OK, the set begins. I quiet the noise inside, I muffle the noise outside, I turn it all into MUSIC, yeah! 3rd Chorus They say, You're hot! You're on a roll. Don't blow it. Keep focused on the music moving from one musician to another. Each of you makes something unique and precious out of the same tired tune. It's the alchemy of jazz, transformations abound, we make and use up 4 or 5 souls a night. The night moves at its own pace, it is sometimes transfixed by the music, and opens it cavernous jaws and swallows everything with rabelaisian gusto. The show goes on in darkness, the musicians create a stage and an auditorium with their eyes closed. Everyone is a performer! All of us make this holy racket. The musicians, the crowd, the invisible Angels of Swing, and the demons working their way back to grace by losing their bad impulses in the beat.