Jimmy Rage
Netherlands
Jimmy Rage
If you love Miles, you will love the homage this poet-performer-visual artist delivers, with an audible respect for this musical legend. Jimmy gives life to Miles' own words and then takes the poem to the next level in his own commanding voice!
BIOGRAPHY
Jimmy Rage is a Visual artist, performer and writer. He has had live poetry and Art performances in... More >
Tribute to Miles Davis
MILES TO GOThe woods are lovely, dark and deepand miles to go before I sleepand miles to grow before I sleepand miles to grow(repeat aloud)(whisper silently).and miles to grow before I sleep.Miles, your light is the source that lights the wayfor all who will follow and be mesmerizedmade whole by your voicing.Your calling is your callingyour space and timeof being wholey you.Miles,A voice that is the sourceof healing beyond your own painand beyond,and miles to grow before I sleep.Remember to rememberthe lost souls trying to find their way home,past the lighthouse, past the rocks,round the bend, where sailors and ships have ran amok,and miles to grow before I sleep.Miles,your voice will guide them home every last one,and so it must be sung of who you are what you area bright shining star to light a dark as hell worldand miles to go before I sleep.THE BLUESSometimes you forget all about them in spite of yourself, but all too often the very first thing you realize when you wake up is that they are there again.Not that they are actually ever seen. They are always said to be blue, as ghosts are always said to be somewhat grey.They do not appear and disappear.They are there because they have already come.They only shift from the foreground to the background.When Jimmy Rushing sings; “Good morning Blues. How do you do”? Blues say“I feel alright but I come to worry you”.Trouble and struggle, is it all worth it?That’s the blues.That’s all blues.No wonder Hamlet came to debate himself to be or not to be.After all, that’s the question when you wake up with the bluesthere again.Not just all around your bed but also inside your head, as if trying to make you wish that you were dead.Or had never been born.The Blues.BUDDHA HAD THE BLUESBuddha had the Blues.Just listen to the four noble truths.All life is sorrowfulThe cause of suffering is ignorant craving.The suppression of suffering can be achieved.The way, is the noble eightfold pathYou see?Told you.CHANGEABLENESSThe fact that peopleput up wallsin front of usor take them down.Is not a attribute ofour perception of sight.The tranquil and eternal minddoes not discriminatein shapes or forms,but has brightness of its own,and imageless.My eyes look west,my eyes look north,my eyes look east.My, my tranquil and eternal mindwhich way?LISTENListen,I try this outside outlook on things,from the composite sketches of my broken eye.Singing a new songsome kind of blue bitch's brew.Listen,“jazz is the big brother of revolution.Revolution follows it around”.Do you want me as I want you, Music?I ask that face looking back at me,looking at you there,Somewhere black bodies blowing horns,eyes flaming again and again.Listen, I sayI try this outside outlook on things,from the composite sketches of my broken eye.Singing a new song, amening crazy crazy crazy crazy lullabies.SEE THE LIGHTNothing is out of the question for me. I’m alwaysthinking aboutcreating. My future starts when I wake up inthe morning and seethe light…then I’m grateful.
