There is a wonderful moment early in the film Hiroshima, Mon Amour when the woman looks down on her lover in bed. He is lying with his back to us with one hand stretched out across the sheets. Seeing the hand on the bed the woman flashes back and we see a few frames of another man's hand in the same position but lying outstretched across cobbles.
When Ornette Coleman played Lonely Woman I wondered if he connected with that time in 1959 when he was young man playing it in a studio. I wondered if he remembered the day, the heat of the day outside, the way whoever he loved then moved around a room.
When he was playing best last night he played wild, rushing music over a roar of drums and bass. There was only sound, chaotic and endless and it was exciting to be lost inside it, to forget yourself.
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"There was only sound, chaotic and endless"
Yes, reminds me of an old joke.
A guy goes to see the doctor to get his test results.
The docter says,
"I have bad news and good news:
the bad news is that you have terminal cancer and have only one month to live, the good news is that, if you go to enough Ornette Coleman concerts, it'll seem like a lifetime."
Please refer to my post "Powley-Prowse pain scale". I give your joke a zero.
But there are no 'wrong' jokes... or was that notes?
Have you heard the latest live version of Lonely Woman on the album "Sound Grammar" ? or the equally haunting and beautiful "Sleep Talking" on the same album? If not I thoroughly recommend it.
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