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Branford
He's stalking the wild metronome tonight. I ain't never goin' back to smooth jazz. Accelerating past the speed of light the audience and quartet entrain as the bass roils, uncoiling a minor chord ground thrumming, in cadence to the Schumann resonance. Way out beyond Jupiter and Venus echo the sounds of the apocalypse. We are flown from our terrestrial home, tonight he's stalking the wild metronome. Author's Note: written for "Invalid Item" Written after attending a concert by jazz saxophonist Branford Marsalis and his quartet. For more information on the Schumann resonance...http://www.earthbreathing.co.uk/sr.htm
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