I just felt like getting back into the old fifties Jazz. Jack Kerouac put some of his music to jazz music. It captured something of that mad time – jazz, sex and travel, reefer, zen and crazy. Life was for kicks and Sartori. There was no time to waste. Crazy, crazy, crazy, man.
Back when I was young these were like diamonds. You couldn’t get them. Thanks to the internet we have access to all manner of gems.
The only question is whether having such easy access makes everything less important.
Today I’m listening to Jack creating a whole new era out of black music and the search for truth. Go, Go Jack. You changed the world!!