#134

blow gabriel blow archangel of jazz show em what youre working with lips to the brass and toot toot bebop hiphop all over the map lightning runs and modal madness melodious thunk and silvery funk keep it up and dont drop the ball eyes closed and locked into the music another tuneful dimension marijuana concentration lost in the sublime yap of the band the unit sweating together like one monstrous body of beat a force of groove an undeniable thing on stage of a different time of five four signatures and tijuana clubs of another decade but here you are and it doesnt matter spotlight limelight nobody cares that you traveled through time because youre transporting us to a time before our grandmothers were born better than vinyl its live in the flesh all eyes forward all feet tapping highballs empty gin rickeys everywhere smoke rings curling girls falling in love to the holy notes of the horn and the unholy beat and the kinky harmonies i for one lay myself down and rise up to meet you in the skies now blow gabriel blow