Up early listening to old Jazz. It puts an image of high contrast black and white films in my mind. Rainy night street scenes from a 1950’s NYC. Neon lights reflecting on dirty puddles. Brakes lights from rows of cabs glowing and steam rising. A rich stew of smells, alternating from sweet aroma to stench. People with their heads down, scurrying through the bustle of light and dark, roars and rhythms.
Lots of raw Energy buoyed by the possibility of self-invention. Images that create an odd sense of romance.
Here’s an example. The classic Moanin’ from jazz legend Charles Mingus. Keep up the energy and have a good Saturday.