Today, Kermit Ruffins! Today, “Panama!”
It’s a blast— that boss wailing trumpet, it cooks, it cools, it cooks and so oooon… the ballsy blasting brass that boogies boldly…the earthbound can’t dig it, cutie… you, me, we’re in orbit jack…!
“Panama,” the New Orleans march, a good jam, no vocals, which make songs soggy and sluggishly sanctimonious….
Let’s dissect this daunting delicacy… this unearthly, unplugged vigorous virtuoso of wild unwavering wow….
1:21– serenely serpentine clarinet solo!
1:58– lazily laconic, morosely melodic ‘bone… taking time, lounging low and loose… suavely smiling through the solo!
2:36– Kermit horn, honking heavily yet handily, decadent and dextrous, a trenchant trill to end, making way for:
3:13– infectiously iridescent ivories, white and black keys kowtowing considerably comically to no one… and their tribe, and their tribe’s tribe… fuck all y’all, Clyde….
You’ve heard enough, I’ve said enough– I’m a agitate some gravel….
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