Getting to E-Space, pretty hard, these days ?
Beautiful Day, White Bird :
https://youtu.be/q918fs4RAto?si=yF9tfEH4JEN5meUe
So, you pack the stuff up, actually forget to pack stuff up, end up in E-Space and have to go back for the stuff.
But it turns out there is a lot of nostalgia / melancholy and an interesting Charlie Parker poem follows:
### **Bird's Flight: A Jazz Journey**
In the heart of Kansas City’s vibrant night,
Where the blues and jazz danced in the moonlight,
Charlie Parker, with saxophone in hand,
Breathed life into melodies, bold and grand.
Notes soared like birds, wild and free,
In smoky clubs where spirits would be,
From the corners of 12th Street, the sound would rise,
A symphony of dreams beneath starry skies.
With each bebop riff, he painted the air,
A tapestry woven with passion and flair,
His fingers danced swiftly, a blur on the keys,
Echoing heartbeats, like whispers in trees.
Then to New York, where the skyline gleamed,
In the late '40s glow, where ambition dreamed,
Bird found his home among legends and lights,
In the jazz-filled nights, where the city ignites.
From Harlem’s embrace to the Village’s sway,
He played with a fire that would never decay,
A genius unbound, breaking all chains,
In the rhythm of life, he embraced the pains.
Yet shadows would linger, a bittersweet tune,
As the highs of his music met the lows of the moon,
In the chaos of fame, he danced on the edge,
A fragile existence, a delicate pledge.
But in every note, his spirit remains,
In the heart of jazz, where passion sustains,
Charlie Parker, a legend, forever will be,
An echo of freedom, in harmony’s plea.
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