jelly roll morton

when he sings it rolls something like a boulder
and even a raindrop slipping down the window in your car when you're riding shotgun and the sky is bubbling with gloom and your head is sideways against the glass, your eyes tilted up and to the right watching the drops wiggle and wash away like tiny worms on speed with reckless determination to get somewhere and keep going.

the piano bounces and pushes, lays back and dances. a lounge, a jumble, a chord, a blues tune.

i think this music is some of the best.
kerouac discovered later in his writing career that he could continue to discover new forms because his heart grew.
jelly plays like jelly and laughs while he sings.
james murphy does this.
mr yorke smiles when he sings bodysnatchers.
the saddest songs are like jelly donuts.
even
some kind of filling.
i don't even really know if i believe this but you can hear the smile on his face when he sings levee man blues, even while the pain creaks from his voice.

you could be in a charlie chaplin video dancing in circles around your boss while he screams at you to get back to work. but you can't do it cus the music's nice and good music doesn't allow you to walk away. good music is honey. it's sticky.

but i guess other music is designed to blow a hole in your brain. like squarepusher.
i still sticks i think.

a song in the works, about freedom and other things.
how none of us be free, all walking around hitting walls, mice in the maze, cheese chasers, dream wasters...living good lives without boundaries in the dream world.
the president brushing his teeth, the president getting a cavity or taking a shit.
freedom, the ruse.

the chase of mystery and miracle. getting sucked up by time in the mad rush and spit out into a puddle of waste.
not sure where to go anymore in this.
machine gun plays and there's a war.

on the walls in berlin it says often "hendrix is god"