$20
Item#: 2002SYR14
11x17-inches, printed on heavy weight (100-pound) Hammermill cover paper. We package each print with a piece of chipboard in a clear plastic sleeve.
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Friday night a vein
throbs sensuously, pulsing
with muscular jazz.
I'm not much for bars. I'm 49 years old, married, and I don't drink. So there's not much use to it. But I love music, all kinds of music. My wife and I, we've gone to the symphony. And now I'm starting to listen to rap, trying to understand it.
So I know there's good music out there. Syracuse has done a real good job with the blues and the jazz fest. And there's been a lot of times I've been downtown, and you hear the bars playing good music. I don't go in them. But I walk by them, and you can hear it—it's good music. I say to myself, “Jeese, this place sounds great.”
I love jazz. I've played the trumpet. I was in jazz band. So working with this poem was easy. As soon as I read it, I envisioned a trio of musicians—a singer, a trumpet player and a drummer.
I always work in black line and watercolor, so that part is typical. For the drawing, I looked at some photos of jazz bars and instruments, and then did a lot of it in my imagination. It's usually pretty spontaneous like that.
I like the way the image turned out. It makes you feel jazzy. And I think it's sensual without being sexual or offensive.