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Story: This evening its saxophone went of the tonnère! then why all waste... | |
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Complete text: "What did it occur? But what did it me take? I do not know anything of it... The orchestra ran smoothly... that I know it. Evenings ago like that, without it being known why, that really balances! "Small arm", the beater, left in a swing middle hell... All was there; heat, the presence, the invention... yes the invention. Ca literally raised me ground. Me which found my saxophone rather seedy character… This evening, also was splendid for him. |
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Never I had played with as much ease, with as many ideas. Very evaporated around me, all was only music around us: Finished my engeulades with sleeve-board! Finished the remarks désoblogeantes of the owner about my motor! Finished my landlady, I am music! Finished my street, I am sax! Finished the life, I am jazz! All that it was with ground short-nap cloth! me, me I was with the ceiling, I were elsewhere… This evening, it was the feeling well there, plus need to seek it in the dictionary!.. |
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Afterwards, I do not know any more, I do not know any more, I remember vaguely: Types entered the room abruptly, and drew in all the corners, as the series B of the Clichy place… |
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| Of the women cries in gust pushed. Me, I fell down to ground, violated in my solo. I is bloti behind limps of my sax (it is idiotic, it is paperboard), and am drawn for me like péteux. Péteux, can be, but alive… |
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| Behind me a plan of trombonne was completed in a grotesque "false note". Afterwards, I travelled by my car and bye the prunes... and then I do not know any more... |
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| I dark, dark like hypnoptisé by speed. The air numbed my foot on mushroom. Full south, I have dark... full south... full south. |
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| What do I make there now? I nothing includes/understands there. How I could arrive from there there!... |
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| Here... it is rather cold... like environment." |
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