Post Number: 16
|Posted on Tuesday, March 24, 2009 - 11:35 am: |
The Lord Is my drummer, I shall not rush,
He maketh me to layout in tasteful places,
He leadth me beside cool meter changes,
He restoreth my "one"
Yeah, man, though I read through the
trickiest of charts, I will fear no train wrecks,
for you are with it.
Your ride and your snare they comfort me.
You setteth up a solo for me
In the prescence of mine guitarists,
Thou annointeth my lines with drive,
My groove overfloweth.
Surely good feel and swing will follow me
through all the tunes of each,
And I will dwell in the pocket
the whole gig long
Post Number: 17
|Posted on Tuesday, March 24, 2009 - 11:54 am: |
PS I left out "set" after the word each.
Post Number: 405
|Posted on Tuesday, March 24, 2009 - 1:09 pm: |
Cool and original
Post Number: 47
|Posted on Tuesday, March 24, 2009 - 10:32 pm: |
Beautiful! sometimes it's the bass player saving one's asses, or at least finding that critical ;ONE;
Post Number: 7786
|Posted on Wednesday, March 25, 2009 - 9:52 am: |
Charles, for a limited period of time, you can edit your post by clicking on the paper & pencil icon in the top right hand corner of the post.