.jpg) Avotcja reciting poetry & Modupue band playing jazz music |
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Betty Carter Blues Summon a genii in some ancient lamp and ride a magic carpet to the desert of her dark black eyes stirring up the oncoming storm. She shakes her rattle of sand and pebbles inside the old goat-skin drum whisking us to the land of Scheherazade's A Thousand and One Nights. But I find no Sinbad nor Aladdin nor Ali Baba, only Betty Carter eating up mikes by the dozen in jazz clubs all night. Overpowering— ever flowering— that's Betty Carter singing the blues— Lover man, feed the fire, I'm all smiles, all or nothing at all. New blues with no words— we tried happy sounds ev'ry time we say goodbye I'm yours, you're mine imagination close your eyes this time you're mine, you. Look what I got— I should care the man I love, the good life, make it last. — Peter Y. Chou Mountain View, 7-14-2009 |