Mark Murphy Moments
(Snapping fingers rhythmically) Vocalese with ease... yeah... moments… improv… Off the top, breath bubbling, a spontaneous combustion of sounds, to be boppin' the melody/
Jazz popping vocal notes of wonderment, feeling the rhyme on beat street dancing lyrics, a rhythm so intrinsic… moments... Mark Murphy... strutting... smokin’… in a vocal breeze/
No wordy rhymes here, pre-packed pronouncements, no way man Murphy just cookin'… and burnin' up … a storm of free to be spoken word jazz vocals… word up, man! the beats/
Kerouac, Phil La Mantia, Cassady, Leroi Jones, AKA Amiri Baraka, Ginsberg, howling chanting, where the poetry hip, the truth seekers, and the social consciousness of the beat generation/
Mark Murphy… workin' the groove. got the spirit of it all... a deep, deep feel/ He was in the top lineup of Jazz Singers of his day/
Not just notes, but the nuance of his body movements on stage, spoken loud/
Mark spoke to the modern hipsters of the scat vocalese jazz speak genre… Effortlessly cool, an urban bohemian... that was Mark/
in the wonderland of jazz, Mark Murphy’s Stolen Moments… real moments, always in the swing of the moment… deep in the jazz vocalese pocket... Mark Murphy lives on… in the bright moment… his Moment... are moments with Mark Murphy (Snap fingers again, fading into silence)
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Tony Adamo
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