The Jazz Disease

I LOVE THOSE OLD ROOMS AT THE PRESIDENT HOTEL
WORN RUGS, A WALK DOWN THE HALL TO THE BATHROOM
EVEN THE MICE AND RATS WERE MY COMRADES...
ALONG THE WAY, I DISCOVERED SOMETHING...
MYSELF!!!!!!!

MY TAPE AND RECORD PLAYER WERE MORE IMPORTANT THAN EATING...
I USED MY FUNDS TO BUY RECORDS AT KING KAROL RECORDS ON 42' STREET..WHERE I USED TO WORK AS A RECORD STOCKER...
I ATE AT CHEAP DELI'S..AND LONG N' FORGOTTEN
CAFETERIA'S..NOW REPLACED BY FAST FOOD DISINTARY PARLORS
OF FRIED WHAT IS IT BURGERS...
I LISTENED TO THE MUSIC AFTER GIGS, AND FIRST THING IN THE MORNING..JOY STRICKEN...
SMALL ROOMS IN ALL OF THE CITIES...DISCOVERING IT ALL AT ONCE...LIFE AND MUSIC-
AND BIRD, AND EARLY NEWK, VINTAGE JIMMY HEATH, ANTHONY ORTEGA, RAY PIZZI, BERT WILSON, KRIVDA, DON PATTERSON, BOOKER ERVIN, SAL AND "PLANET LOVE".
DECADES OF THOSE ROOMS AND HALF-ASSED GIGS
THE DIFFERENCE NOW BEING, MY PAY HASN'T CHANGED
MUCH....MY PLAYING HAS!!!!!
THERE'S NOTHING LIKE BEING YOUNG AND STARVING..
TRYING TO BECOME A BETTER MUSICIAN...
WHILE OTHERS ARE PRE-OCCUPIED WITH THEIR PROFESSIONS AND POSSESSIONS.
YOUNG AND STARVING, GUT SUCKED IN, NARY AN OUNCE OF FAT...
STRETCHED OUT ON THE BED, YOUR HORN AND YOUR RECORDS ARE
THE ONLY FRIENDS YOU HAVE...
THE MUSICAL UNIVERSE FLOWING THRU YOUR HEAD, WHILE
WORKING FOR MISERABLE WAGES AND EXPECTED TO BE GRATEFUL
FOR THAT..
THE TRUE UNIVERSITY OF JAZZ, YOUR DEGREE IS YOUR ROOM KEY
TO THE PRESIDENT HOTEL.

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