Last week I was supposed to post this poem by Bill Cushing as well, but here it is tonight. Enjoy! Summer is a good time to read poetry and listen to music.
“ZOOZ’S BRASSHOUSE” BUSKING
Three spheres of instrument—percussion, sax,
and trumpet: brass, reed, and skin—become
a discussion of brash banging fun.
The three surround a pail, collecting
donations for their beating counterpoint,
a concerto akin to some surreal
coo-coo clock. The day’s audience gathers:
waiting commuters, tourists, regulars,
a few hipsters. The bucket fills, singles
and fives mostly, some tens, one guy stirs
a twenty. Two skinny Santas dance
into view, a yuletide boogie. The music
shrieks, shocks, squeals, and squawks, yet there’s fluid
motion in the high-stepping legs, the feet
that slide, circling Union Square platform
in waves that weave seductive, as these three
dance and create a wake in a shape
that’d break the back of a snake.
Bill Cushing
Bill also sent me this YouTube video of Too Many Zooz.
Hard to believe that they are playing at 3:33 AM, the time when all good personal trainers get up and everyone else is asleep.
I think I've posted this video before, but it's worth listening to again: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMe6Y8GDVEI
I like the name "Spocktopus": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qc57-IcwnB0&list=PLFIuv6J2T6zztf18uinLjVKy71bT_zq7b
"Warriors" is a new video:
Thanks, Ryan: one of the many unknown attractions of the Big Apple!
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