I grew up listening to "popular" jazz in my household as a kid, meaning the kind of chart-topping, danceable jazz that my parents and relatives would put on their record players at parties. After wearing themselves out cuttin' the rug and gettin' down to upbeat, funky jazz numbers such as Lee Morgan's "The Sidewinder", Ramsey Lewis' "The In Crowd", Jimmy Smith's "The Sermon", and others, something soft and soulful and "pretty" would be put on the turntable that would entice my parents, uncles, aunts, and their friends to put their drinks and cigarettes down and get back on the basement floor to dance to. Cheek-to-cheek, r-e-a-l slow-like, up-close and personal. Looking into each other's eyes...her arms around his neck...his hand pressed oh-so-gently on the small of her tastefully exposed back, or on her sensually swaying hip. The man whispering into the woman's ear, causing her to smile, and then give herself up to girlishly lovely laughter at whatever sweet thing he said to her...you get the picture, don't you?

Observing things like that made me want to grow up VERY fast, you dig? Why, I'm just sure you do cool !!! So this post, "Lately...", is a tribute to those memories...

"Lately..."
Key of 'E', tempo @ 66, meter = 4/4
Lyrics, chord progressions and vocal by me. Music by the Band-in-a-Box RealTrack artists listed below the link!

https://www.soundclick.com/html5/v4/player.cfm?songID=13715498

Real Style is _J085GAS.STY (Vintage Jazz Ballad Quartet) with Neil Swainson on bass (#481), Terry Clarke on drums (Real Drums, Jazz Brushes #1), Oliver Gannon on electric rhythm guitar (#484), Steve Nelson on vibes (#1219), and Mike LeDonne soloing at the bridge and outro (#1248)

VERSE ONE

Lately...
I've been imagining terrible things
Nights without stars
Days when birds do not sing
Something's coming to an end

VERSE TWO

Slowly...
A shadow falls, though no clouds shroud the sky
Signs there's a chance of a future good-bye
Something's coming to an end, but, what then? No longer lovers, but friends?

16 BAR BRIDGE w/ SOLO PIANO

VERSE THREE

Faintly...
I hear the song of your sweet, laughing voice
My eyes behold you, and we both rejoice
The start of another day

VERSE FOUR

Plainly...
My fear of losing you was too extreme
But, now, I know it was only a dream
Nothing's coming to an end...

Last edited by bluage; 11/18/18 11:50 AM.
"Music is what feelings sound like."-- borrowed from a Cakewalk Music Creator forum member, "Mamabear".