Asynchronous Bliss
“Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.” - Victor Hugo
Asynchronous Bliss
Across the bridge,
Hipness home,
A Vegan Venue
Plays Brooklyn’s own.
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Watching with Pop,
Musical memories atop,
Festivals and bars,
Near and far.
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Hoboken friends,
Family ties,
Distant past,
Vividly blasts.
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Hometown hero,
Avant-garde,
West coast now,
One night near.
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Piercing through,
Untrained ear,
Trying to hear,
Familiar rhymes.
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Grasping that,
Just beyond,
Patterns present,
Clouds part.
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As sparrows chase,
Afternoon delight,
Zig & zag,
Random not.
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As bees build
New home base,
Who’s in charge,
Directing the guild?,
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As crisp dew shimmers,
Sparkling strands appear,
Between the trees,
Spider’s painting.
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Notes diverge,
Vibraphone vibing,
Trumpet blasting,
Saxophone dancing.
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A taste of Source,
Grasping God’s grace,
Landing together,
Asynchronous bliss.
Here’s a little clip of their paradigm shifting performance:
Here’s their recent WSJ review of the new album that just dropped:
‘Ex Machina’ and ‘Beyond Orbits’ Reviews: Big-Band Experiments
And a prior review in NYT: