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THOUGHTS THAT CAME RELATIVE

As the sensation of jazz reawakening my inner spirituality, Dizzy Gillespie trumpet


cogitating smoothly into my ear.
I felt my soul rising from the ashes like a skitting Phoenix, I knew for a fact the
boogie nights have begun.
Listening to the smoothing blues getting my groove on; percussion of emotion at
liberty.
I had a taste of the jive, skipped and hopped to the nostalgic feeling of when I had
candy for the very first time.
I overheard uncles reminiscing, jimmy came to Jozi with Dolly Rathebe a seismic
year it was, and he stood up skipped hopped to the beat per chance. Thelonious
Monk having an affair with the piano.
Laughed as he said someone left the Queen of London gobsmacked in her turf,
Morolong was the man behind that saga (kippie Moketsi) a man with intimacy but
without intricacy he said.
Names he spoke of Abdullah Ibrahim, Louis Armstrong, JJ Johnson, jimmy smith and
blues from Earl Grant these were the names I could grasp yet they spoke of many.
Hazy days as they dance bouncing rhythms of jazz hopped, skipped and jived.
Sonny Rollins hailing from the wild west, Jeanne and jimmy Cheatham ultimate
couple.
Jeannes vocals a distinctive touch of ecstasy.
Miles Davis making love and caressing them Trumpet, so it hit home kasi shores
I began having a slice of the conversation spoke of the following
Bra hugh masekela Miriam Makeba
Bra Jonas Gwangwa Busi mohlogo
Bra shakes Mgudlawa Gloria bosman
Bra sipho hotstix Thandi klassen
Bra zacks nkosi Dorothy masuka

Bra jimmy dludlu


Bra McCoy Mrubata
Bra caiphus semenya etc

Jonas tortured trombone till freedom came, stimela soul train driven by Masekela
young man with a horn.
Went down to the roots found serenity with Letta Mbulu and African spirituality with
Busi Mohlongo.
Strings masseuses jimmy flirting as he cuddles, McCoy stroking the Sax with
affection Hotstix impressed.
I confess my heart opened forth when I heard notes from the keys of a Jazz piano,
strings, saxophone, bass trombone and drums. These are the words of Jazz listeners
which only became relative when my ear blossomed.

BY.Smurf

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