The impuls of Mingus
In the seventies my father took me
to the famous Umbria Jazz Festival
where we admired the great Charles
Mingus, I was a boy of almost five.
Live that musician was a genius, and the
fans always enjoyed the performance of
his double bass collective improvisation.
The concert ended, so daddy and I
took a dive in the Tiber, we had to
cool down after these hot sounds.
On our way back home we flew so
high, our feet far from the ground!
to the famous Umbria Jazz Festival
where we admired the great Charles
Mingus, I was a boy of almost five.
Live that musician was a genius, and the
fans always enjoyed the performance of
his double bass collective improvisation.
The concert ended, so daddy and I
took a dive in the Tiber, we had to
cool down after these hot sounds.
On our way back home we flew so
high, our feet far from the ground!
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| Auteur: Claudelaire | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 augustus 2021 | ||
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