He’s not young, he’s always drunk but he plays the best blues.
In a grit lounge smoke hangs heady.
Always ready to fight his doomed soul flies from his sax to his knife.
But he plays the best blues.
Part of my generative jazz series, also loosely transcribing the song by the iconic russian band "Mashina Vremeni"
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Dec 2022 - Dec 2023
