Lately, I've been listening to heaps of the good old jazz days, drifting into dreamlike states, wishing I had been there to drink it all in, to hear the trumpets, feel the sweet sounds of pure music swim 'round me. We seemed to understand things better then. We went dancing. We appreciated the simple pleasures in life. We played music as a sense of expression of the current issues, rather than a mere beatbox tune to snap your fingers to. There was feeling back then. There was life. There was rhythm and blues. Wasn't there?
Lately, I've been listening to heaps of the good old jazz days, drifting into dreamlike states, wishing I had been there to drink it all in, to hear the trumpets, feel the sweet sounds of pure music swim 'round me. We seemed to understand things better then. We went dancing. We appreciated the simple pleasures in life. We played music as a sense of expression of the current issues, rather than a mere beatbox tune to snap your fingers to. There was feeling back then. There was life. There was rhythm and blues. Wasn't there?
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