The ananda of groove, locking in, riding the wave. Stepping in to signal my voice. Stepping out to herald the way. This is the bliss, don’t hesitate. Dare not to follow, irresistible flow.
Bouncing bass, walking, thudding, the pounding heart, relentlessly forwards. Ride cymbal, feathered assassin, floating grace, inevitable, magnetic to a step. This is the pulse, decorated thrill.
Weaving motifs, spinning melodic yarns. Jabbing chords, sparring hands.
Thunderous left hand bass, pillowy mid clusters, pearly effulgence singing out up top.
Shifting gears, gliding tonalities, side stepping, transcending, gravitational pull back to the path.
Chords shouting, blazing lines, radiance bursting forth. Holding on tight, something beyond trying to find its way through. Uncontainable, desire, love, something more.
The blues, the gospels, the folk hymns. Glories from the heart, the traditions, the lineages.
Repetitions and ecstatic trance. Unravelling inventions, innovations and recreations.
Cells alight, contorted limbs, sensuality unhidden. Burning, flaming, channelled through sound. The body, expressing, dancing, spirited voice, boundless, life alive.
This is our bliss. Audacious audacity, irresistible flow.
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