A Fifth

Well was able to work on “The Red Dress” last night. Fourth day in a row, but only a little work, but I am happy with the final “big” structure of the piece, so I am now just working on the details. But as the y say “the devil is in the details”. Some of my time was diverted to proofing the parts for “... and into dust you shall return”.

We will see if I can get a fifth day of work done, but since it is Friday the odds are not good.



Note: Lead sheet for “The Red Dress” is here , see page 2: N.J.S.G.

Third Day

Got a third day of good work done on “The Red Dress” last night. Added a couple of bar to one of the transitions so the piece is now just a hair under 12 minutes in length. With all of the pieces in place now just need to fine tune all of the details and double check some voicings. There is one bar that I am not happy with need to do something with it. Hopefully I will be discipline and work it out tonight.

Two Days.

Continued working on “The Red Dress” last night, two days in a row that I have made good progress on it. All the major pieces are in place now. Only have the details to work on and finish. We will see if I can get a third day in a row of good work done.

Last Night

Got a good amount of work done on “Her Red Dress” last night. On track to make the end of August deadline.

“Her Red Dress” or “The Red Dress” or the “Lady in the Red Dress”. Need to decide on the final title.

By the End of Aug.

Setting a goal of finishing the big band version "Her Red Dress" by the end of August. Currently it is almost 12 minutes in lenght.


See page two, N.J.S.G.: Sharpe Curves

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There are Sakura

In she walks
at quarter past nine,
late again.

Her red dress
in the right places
Oh so tight.

on her lips
a lit cigarette
and a smile

She orders
a Scotch on the rocks,
nothing more.

from my glass
the tinkle of ice
and Bourbon

Her soft lips
brush against my cheek,
the smell of Chanel

Her soft voice
the music of the spheres
to my ears

falling tears
and a soft low sigh,
an ill omen

as I drink
in the deep twilight
I can see
there are Sakura
falling in the breeze.

Summer heat

Summer heat
in early morning
starts my day.

Do I dream

Do I dream
naugth but emptiness,
rising smoke

Rising smoke

Rising smoke
from her cigarette,
an ill omen.

Listen to

listen to
naught but emptiness
and silence.

Falling tears

falling tears
the pulse of her heart
memories

Sakura

Sakura
falling in the breeze.
Life goes on