c’est le weekend mes enfants.

time’s a-ticking, it’s nearly christmas, nearly next year. heck, it’s nearly the rest of your life.

it’s also time to slow down a little, even if only for six minutes and forty two seconds and make the most of a day off (though not two; both me & jak are working come saturday night).

i’m always in awe of the new york jazz scene of the fifties and sixties. having only ever crudely managed to get tunes out of pianos, saxophones and trumpets in a hamfisted teenaged way and never having the talent or drive to take it any further than school recitals and local jazz competitions i feel this mild tension hearing the very pinacle of a genre i gummed at the edges of and disgarded in favour of the lure of boys with long hair and guitars.

the very best jazz recordings played back through a crackley stylus into my living room or headphones carries me away on a whistful cloud of admiration and jealousy at the fluidity of sound, the effortlessness of movement and the sheer emotive power of the music.

peace piece is one of those ‘in-tune-with-your-soul’ type joints. it sounds like breathing and takes you away with it on waves of lilting melody, measured harmony and pensive rhythm.

bill evans - peace piece