"You hear that, thats Jazz music. It is the thing that speaks to my soul. I grew up listening to this music from a streat preformer."
"He would spend all day just playing on his old sax and enjoying himself. He loved to watch people dance to his music. I kind of wonder what happened to that sax over the years?"
"I have always loved music. The beat just speaks to me in my soul if you know what I mean. It makes me want to get up and shake these old bones."
"It is a language of expression. No place said that better then Berlin."
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If you wanted to be a rock star or just to sing the blues you went to Berlin. Me I stumbled on the area after hickhiking across the courntry side. I found rebels and musicians the likes of which the world had not seen before.
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To be blunt that lot new how to rock. For them it was the way to speak to the masses. It was just a fact of life.
That is not to say that everything was hunkydory. That city was such a inspiration for rock music because it was spiriling into a dumpster fire the likes of which the world had never truly seen before. The city was split into and the people wanted to be reuinited with their loved ones.
A great big old wall seperated the 2 sides and promised death to any that would try to escape to the other side. I met a group there that just wanted to rock and roll on to the next age for the city. They were raised in the age were rock was what young people did and they were sick of it.
Not the music itself but what it repersented. The need for change, the need for something else. They were tired of their home being cut in half. They just wanted to see it come together. So they sung, it was all they knew. To make your heart weep and cry was their gift.
To inspire you was their duity. I hung around them for a while teaching them how to better survive the world. I am proud of what my friends helped to create.