“U. R. A. “W.” So that we never forget That there’s no such thing as losing If we never give in. We are made of both miracles and molecules, the evidence of things unseen, living proof of the fire within… Somebody said “God bless the child that can hold his own… instrument … ‘long as he plays to win.” Link to audio https://m.soundcloud.com/hakim-bellamy/are-a-w
“Are. A. W” When U R the lowest pitched instrument in the brass family, at one time the only family you got, you are painfully aware that even jazz and the blues have a bottom. A low end theory. Often the only one of your kind in an orchestral configuration, A seat reserved for you on principal alone, As opposed to pigmentation. It takes guts to be a tubaist, takes more to achieve greatness, The near equivalent of small intestinal tubing Remind you of the days that you had to eat your imagination For breakfast. So g-d gave you a second stomach A second esophagus An embouchure (aam· boo·shoor) Resurrected as a student of second chances, always coming back for … Read more