Boarding the Coltrane


 

 

HAPPY 59TH BIRTHDAY TO ME!

 

Boarding the Coltrane

Chasing Trane is like chasing Star Dust

He’s so far ahead that we mere mortals can only gaze in wonder knowing that we can never catch up but always aspire to those levels

Coltrane is a Rainbow in Flight

Every T. Monk.  Every Prophet and Messiah battle inner demons

Charlie Parker

1959

Worship the Music inside the person

Today I am 59

And I am Swept into a Vortex of Possibilities

#1 First and Foremost I want to Thank My Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for allowing me to see another year!  Praise God!  I owe any success in my life to the Lord!

 

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1959 ~~  A Very Good Year ~~ Year of my Birth

I was birthed through A Love Supreme ~~  Edward and Mable Palmer

I am my Parents Dream Born Fruit

 

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Mom & Dad

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1959 ~~  Year of My Birth.  Year of Transition  My Journey from Be-Bop to Hip-Hop

 

1959 The Year that Changed Jazz

 

 

 

A Great Day in Harlem ~~  1958

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Destiny Inhabits the Soul


 

 

 

 

 

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Inhabit

 

Let me take you on a Phonetic Poetic Photo journey via pictures and Verse.

Black is not something I do. It is who I am.

It is the place I inhabit and that which inhabits me.

Black is the space where ancestral spirits find place within my soul. It’s music inhabits my every thought and deed. From Be-Bop to Hip-Hop it’s all there never to be displaced no matter my current accommodations.

Calling me Journey. Sojourning for Truth.  Ain’t I a Woman strong and fierce.

Calling me Traveler for I have inhabited many shores. I strode forth without ever leaving my home.

Home is the place that inhabits me. Every cut corner ragged edge begs to be filled. Silence inhabits uncharted symphonies of mindless cacophonies. Symphonic Blasts inhabit the Universe.

Museum paintings and sculptures inhabit three planes: Past, Present and Future. Transformation begins via viewers lending voices to long forgotten pasts. Silent Interiors speak Volumes but only the selected of the masses can hear its voice.

The butterfly leaps from Chrysalis thrust into Arboreal fields. In tune with Eternal Firefly beings.

Street Urban Art Inhabits dreary dry brutalist streetscapes revamping the atmosphere paying Silent Verbal Homage to fallen heroes kept from whited sepulchral one-sided gallery spaces.

The past inhabits the future while dullards look askance on those not like them. The past inhabits the present whilst clinging to a more hopeful future.

Past and current inhabitants on a collision course with destiny. Destiny inhabits the storm.

The Great Soul inhabits All Souls at birth yet flees from the wicked. Let Grace Abound.

Yes We Inhabit a strange land mystically inhabiting three spheres. Counterclockwise orbits inhabiting galaxies.

 

 

 

A Love Supreme in Search of Me.

 

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