Meanwhile the shadows lengthened on the beach; the blackness deepened. The iron black boot became a pool of deep blue. The rocks lost their hardness. The water that stood round the old boat was dark as if mussels had been steeped in it. The foam had turned livid and left here and there a white gleam of pearl on the misty sand.
“The thing to do in music now is to celebrate the praises of the Creator. That’s what anybody has to do with playing any instrument. Just try to celebrate this. That’s all. No more songs about how you feel about the rain or how the band’s looking or what you had for breakfast. It’s time to celebrate the Creator.“
James Blood Ulmer