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EVERYTHING is jazz: snails, jails, rails, tails, males, females, snow-white cotton bales. Knee-bone, thigh, hip-bone. Jazz slips you percussion bone classified "unknown." Slick lizard rhythms, cigar-smoke tunes, straight-gin sky laced with double moons. Second-chance rhythms, don't-give-up riffs: jazz gets HIGH off can'ts, buts, and ifs.
Y a du jazz PARTOUT : chez veau, vache, cochon, couvée, blanche-neige et coton. Genou, cuisse et hanche. Le jazz te secoue, te branche. Mais, dis, ça vient d'où ? Peinard, lézard, cool, dans la fumée des cigares ; gin dans la lune saoule. Rythmes qu'on rattrape, riffs à bout de souffle : le jazz PLANE quand ça dérape. Translation by Jean Migrenne
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