I think I’ve posted my playlist on SoundClou before. I think it’s some of my best work, all original compositions, all solo, trumpet, keyboard, chromatic harmonica, deeply felt.

https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/5AMA2QPuPQpVQCDX6

WINTER SOLSTICE AGAIN
Days pass without words no loss,
Now the solstice,
winter ’round again.

A good warming fire in the stove requires a bed of coals wakened with the bellows,
My seventh decade come and gone, Blues harp, trumpet punctuation,

Enchanted in a minor key.

December 20, 2021

soundcloud.com/stanboydstudio/sets/the-azule-sessions

https://1drv.ms/u/s!AkU6tMK-tNpphT9-4GvWESdB5HvQ

https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/Bc4tfgXbd2DccYjj6

https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/fTBoVWFXKifAtxGEA

When I was about fourteen years of age, the creek that ran through the woods behind my house, along Willard Avenue and on through Green Acres, past Westbrook Elementary School, on through the woods past Western Junior High School, under Massachusetts Avenue, to the C&O Canal and into the Potomac River, a distance of about five miles, caught fire, chemical spills.

“…cultivate a taste for the insane, it’s our future, get used to it…”

How Little You Are

To the summit bald of trees,

Given to bees and Jimson Weed,

To hear the clouds say, how little you are to make matter,

To feel time,

To give what you can in return,

To leave something in place,

Leaving.

Shawnee, September 18, 2021