When the Jazz Man's Sanctifying...
Dream: Let's do the analysis first...
Analysis: So i was reading one of my all time favourite chapters in my literary career. There's one scene in Kerouac's On The Road, where the madman friend and the narrator decide to go journeying back on the road. So where do they go before actually leaving town? a blues joint across the way. when they get outside of it, the music is blaring and the crowd is rockin'. They get inside and there's a saxophone blowing, and he's blowing man, you can feel the energy all through the bar. BOW BOW BOW BEE BOH. people are on the tables, people are on the bar going YES YES YES to every note. you can see the piano player flying up and down the keys in the cool rhythmic fashion. And the drum chillin away. but it's the sax's floor. He's got the crowd. He's got IT! when he moves they move, he leads them up and down, loud and soft, there and back again.
And the madman moves to the front of the stage. and he's diggin' it man, he's got his head bowed and rockin back and forth to the groove, and the sax player knows it. He's thinking man i got this one, lets get the rest. and he leads em all through the night. and they're feeling it, and he's getting louder, YES YES YES, here we go now, and he starts blowing, and the note goes on and on, time stops, the crowd holds its breath, waiting, but the note keeps going, the place silences for this moment, but it continues on and on,
Dream: Sleepy time soon took over, but the written words continued. I was there in that bar, and i was the madman. I opened my eyes and saw the floor. it was me with my head down, and the music was playing. but the BEEs and the BOHs were actually notes. and i was swaying back and forth. The jazzman was a short skinny black guy. and the piano player was like one of those guys you see in the posters sold in the University of Guelph UC on poster days... YA YA someone yelled.
then it was i who had a sax, the music was still playing in the background, but i was holding the sax, and the crowd was waiting for me to play. So i screwed on the pieces of the sax, but then the pieces starting forming different shapes, and they wouldn't fit in the sax. and i looked up again and there was the black guy with his sax, and HIS sax started taking on weird shapes. And the sax started really Boppin. He was squeeking and squaking all to the beat. and i was like YA i can do that. and i started playing. And as our saxes were changing shapes, the background changed shape and ended up in my parents room. there was the tv and dresser, the pink carpets, and the 2 sax players blowing away on their mutating saxes.
(oh the analysis was what i remember from the chapter, you'll have to read the actual book to get the actual energy and feelings of his great adventure)
Analysis: So i was reading one of my all time favourite chapters in my literary career. There's one scene in Kerouac's On The Road, where the madman friend and the narrator decide to go journeying back on the road. So where do they go before actually leaving town? a blues joint across the way. when they get outside of it, the music is blaring and the crowd is rockin'. They get inside and there's a saxophone blowing, and he's blowing man, you can feel the energy all through the bar. BOW BOW BOW BEE BOH. people are on the tables, people are on the bar going YES YES YES to every note. you can see the piano player flying up and down the keys in the cool rhythmic fashion. And the drum chillin away. but it's the sax's floor. He's got the crowd. He's got IT! when he moves they move, he leads them up and down, loud and soft, there and back again.
And the madman moves to the front of the stage. and he's diggin' it man, he's got his head bowed and rockin back and forth to the groove, and the sax player knows it. He's thinking man i got this one, lets get the rest. and he leads em all through the night. and they're feeling it, and he's getting louder, YES YES YES, here we go now, and he starts blowing, and the note goes on and on, time stops, the crowd holds its breath, waiting, but the note keeps going, the place silences for this moment, but it continues on and on,
Dream: Sleepy time soon took over, but the written words continued. I was there in that bar, and i was the madman. I opened my eyes and saw the floor. it was me with my head down, and the music was playing. but the BEEs and the BOHs were actually notes. and i was swaying back and forth. The jazzman was a short skinny black guy. and the piano player was like one of those guys you see in the posters sold in the University of Guelph UC on poster days... YA YA someone yelled.
then it was i who had a sax, the music was still playing in the background, but i was holding the sax, and the crowd was waiting for me to play. So i screwed on the pieces of the sax, but then the pieces starting forming different shapes, and they wouldn't fit in the sax. and i looked up again and there was the black guy with his sax, and HIS sax started taking on weird shapes. And the sax started really Boppin. He was squeeking and squaking all to the beat. and i was like YA i can do that. and i started playing. And as our saxes were changing shapes, the background changed shape and ended up in my parents room. there was the tv and dresser, the pink carpets, and the 2 sax players blowing away on their mutating saxes.
(oh the analysis was what i remember from the chapter, you'll have to read the actual book to get the actual energy and feelings of his great adventure)