The Sound of Surprise When those cheeks expand and he exhales his breath within notes, as his horn blows, I almost explode, Dizzy with enlightenment. There’s something about the rhythm, the heir of his playing, speaking with his mouth and expressing such beauty on his canvas of air, gripping his golden trumpet, and all of the treasures he gifts us, even when the vinyl is crackling back to the Swing Low, Sweet Cadillac eyes closed ears open, feeling the wind alone as Gillespie takes us, each slight return so adventurous, while reaching inside his melody lingers resounding this cheeky giant from his distance, sonically appearing even as the needle uplifts us, we feel closer to home.
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