Mixtapes



Mostly blindfolded he hears the water-drawing songs of the Mzina tribe with their exultations, dahhiya dances, pipe-flutes which are used for carrying messages in times of emergency, the makruna double pipe (one pipe constantly sounding a drone).


I want to find a small bar with a Wurlitzer and drink without a fucking bomb going off.  Listen to Frank Sinatra singing.  We have to get some music ... Good for your patient.



She called everyone "Buddy," and laughed at the song that had the lines .... Each time I chanced to see Franklin D.  He always said "Hi, Buddy" to me. 



"You sang out, your left hand to your heart, Alonson fon!  Half the people there didn't know what the hell you were singing, and maybe you didn't know what the exact words meant, but you knew what the song was about."



Two and a half minutes average for each song or dance number.  He could work his way back along "A String of Pearls," "C-Jam Blues" and other tunes to discover how long he had been there, receiving the background music subconsciously.



The distraction of music helped him towards clear thought to the possible forms of structure in the mine, to the personality that had laid the city of threads and then poured wet concrete over it. 



But this tune, 'How Long Has This Been Going On,' is one of the great songs because the introduction's melody is purer than the song it introduces.




"Now, before you begin on your histories," he said to the static figure in bed, "I will present you with 'My Romance.'"

Some of the best lyrics to "Manhattan," he claimed, had been changed and he now broke into those verses
We'll bath at Brighton; The fish we'll frighten When we're in.  Your bathing suit so thin Will make the shellfish grin Fin to fin.
"Splendid lines, and erotic, but Richard Rodgers, one suspects, wanted more dignity."


The sapper sings his Western songs, which Caravaggio enjoys but pretends not to.
"Pennsylvania six-five-oh-oh-oh," the young soldier gasps.


She watched his stillness as she spoke, it appeared that he was not listening carefully to what she was saying.  Just his distant thinking.  The way Duke Ellington looked and thought when he played "Solitude."


He was humming the song Hardy had been singing in the jeep on the way to the site - They're changing guard at Buckingham Palace - Christopher Robin went down with Alice


I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you.


There are days when I come home from arid writing when all that can save me is "Honeysuckle Rose" by Dijango Reinhardt and Stephane Grappelly performing with the Hot Club of France. 1935.1936.1937. Great jazz years. 


When I went back to the desert, I took with me the evenings of dancing to the 78 of "Souvenirs" in the bars, the women pacing like greyhounds, leaning against you while you muttered into their shoulders during "My Sweet."  Courtesy of the Societe Ultraphone Francaise record company. 1938. 1939. There was whispering of love in a booth.  There was war around the corner.


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