MrJudasPriest wrote:
If you'll forgive the apparent contradiction, expect not to see him...
but that's for the other forum :s the one thats about angry patrons who demand always ther money back lol: this is some place to keep up with
homeward brooks froze up..

forgive me, im new here, but should I be scared? nah, just cant understand why people expect a particular piano angle? As if he owed anything, cant see him but other than that
the topic i wanted to bring up , the now i fergit whatbut the ice cold city winter mbedded deep like no mutual tongue before several discovered .(practicing at poetry )transitions from one incomplete dream to the other filledinspirationcomes on the one hand with
my main thought about the set now , if you like the different stamp of any new arrangemnet , the glorious spirit of some reckless incomplete salvation subdued full of things that have never been until until the real warmth of jazz came a bangin .over the top, agree 5x or any more sinatra release s fin such a short amount of time maybe hard to keep up with,
that is: unless the accomplishment is this music we re gettin right through stripped down aged old heart grasping jazz frets new for bob singin sincere heartfelt hard lyrics tastes timbres tones all delivered only in the musical sphere riding the up n down swooping melody through , a timeless moment WHERE memory IS dealt young through SEVERAL years comprised fast, mingled lonely experience s, age or accolades make no differences to what one comprehends .as a very young person i heed that best advice above to not expect anything to stay the same...except for the set i recken
besides that haste of jangle n junk, interested to see how it all progresses fromsilence to brightly illuminated chirps though at first just a half filled longing. truly a great task of bob to bring the sounds of heaven down to earth .well, that and to deliver them whole soul played together with the band til finally the full physical expression of the perfect song arrives. '
people can just about get under any old torch song , lit up loyal facade propped upright, til full fromfall til joyful old torch songs get torn away softly,
only to at long last let the jazz rise and all and mingle together like light and footsteps singing