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RAwDasity {Jazz Poetry}

About Me

"“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!” - Jack Kerouac


RAwDasity are three like minded individuals that wish to further the spread of influence caused by Jazz Poetry. This group creates a dynamic, abrasive, energetic, soulful, excitable and vibrant atmosphere through the poetry that they weave.

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My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 12/04/2008
Band Members: Das - Vocals, Clarinet, keys
Ross - Bass, Tenor Sax, Guitar
Adam - Drums, Custom Percussion
Influences: Tom Waits, Jack Kerouac, Herbie Hancock, Branford Marsalis, Dave Weckyl, Miles Davis, Diana Krall

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Sounds Like: Wine gums, envy, pieces of rainbow
Record Label: Unsigned

My Blog

NEW POEM (yet to be named)

YET TO BE NAMEDInnocent hands clutchin' at hot coffee, A juvenile attempt at fendin' off winter's steely glare, The ice-cold moisture like rampaging missiles, Entering negotiation with the wind. &...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 05:45:00 GMT

Jailed Cigar

Jailed Cigar He flip flops lingo while laying in the back Cabn'd Confined Cribbed, Shakespeare couldn't do jack Grass pavement, hard as rock Soft poles bended by moonlight   He's veritable ...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 05:29:00 GMT

On The Couch

On The Couch Past the arcane high ceilings shooting out ludicrous neon light Lurks some kind of walnut door, obese with wealth the shag carpet slithering around the ankle like living grass the lee...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 05:27:00 GMT

’Ermit

'Ermit Bejewelled and bedazzled, jealous eyes clawing at some unseen vernacular, Like some outta work suit staggerin' through crowds of razor-shaven faces. On some search for identity, given up on ...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 05:25:00 GMT

Pavement Ways, Pavement Days

Pavement Ways, Pavement DaysPolluted streets are on a slick beat, Whilst downtown in some dingy alley this cat slopes into a crescent moon of smoke, sweet as a bitter baby's icecream   He's ...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 05:23:00 GMT