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The salient lines in this traditional song, for me, are these: "... and still I hold, / that the time will come / when he and I will be as one ..." What need is expressed in this "holding"? Against what, does our singer hope? The resistance…
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Copyright Kelly Armstrong, used with permission. Trios, as entities, are necessarily unstable.
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Copyright Kelly Armstrong, used with permission. Trios, as entities, are necessarily unstable.
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My improvisation project is getting interesting. The centre of this track is at 2:08, where the drums pick up a guitar phrase that begins at 2:03, and then take over the melodic line, while the guitar shifts position to background the drums. The…
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My improvisation project is getting interesting. The centre of this track is at 2:08, where the drums pick up a guitar phrase that begins at 2:03, and then take over the melodic line, while the guitar shifts position to background the drums. The…
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The first time we played this tune, the drummer and I played it, spontaneously, almost exactly as this recording documents. But we'd never heard it before, had no chart, Kelly was just playing it on the bass and singing a bit, and our parts just…
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Copyright Kelly Armstrong, used with permission.
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The first time we played this tune, the drummer and I played it, spontaneously, almost exactly as this recording documents. But we'd never heard it before, had no chart, Kelly was just playing it on the bass and singing a bit, and our parts just…
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(this track's a bit hot, mind it doesn't hurt your ears, please) So many reasons for sorrow. One sees from within sorrow, and sees only sorrow. But we must look awry at these weeping walls, these streaking-blind windows: they are of our own…
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(this track's a bit hot, mind it doesn't hurt your ears, please) So many reasons for sorrow. One sees from within sorrow, and sees only sorrow. But we must look awry at these weeping walls, these streaking-blind windows: they are of our own…
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