CD cover 4 Jess B. East/Tony Adamo
"In 2016, where an always-connected generation screams for attention through new, often contrived definitions of “cool” and surprisingly predictable proclamations of uniqueness, singer and spoken word artist Tony Adamo arrives seemingly from nowhere as a true anachronism: a performer who is authentically “cool” in a timeless, almost reckless way that almost no popular artist today can match." SOULTRACKS
Thursday, December 12, 2024
In Hip City/Tony Adamo
Jazz on a Billboard/Tony Adamo
a flash of notes,
Urgent beats, syncopation, improvisation,
and impromptu solos but why jazz on a billboard?
What’s the hap’s on that?
Man, what is the impact of the word jazz on a billboard anyway?
Syncopation is alive,
solos breaking free,
and a temporary show,
but is jazz here to stay?
Does a billboard for Jazz tell us about all the arranging, playing, composing
finding a paying gig, radio spins, music reviews,
band members quitting to get out of the jazz life?
Cars whiz by, faces turned,
who cares about the sound of jazz anyway
The tenor horn says
"Listen up, Listen here
Jazz is everywhere,
and like nowhere to be found
So, dig this
Every jazz note,
every gig, every miss,
and every jazz player who lives jazz behind
Jazz shapes your life with a heartbreaking rhythm.
So, here’s to the journey,
to hip beats and downbeats
Jazz is life on a billboard,
is hip for some passers-by to see
to feel, to groove, to feel where you're at
To come alive, jazz is for real
and that's my dance in life
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WAS IT U?
Under the stars, were Jelly roll Morton rolls, carnival lights twinkling,
like flowers glowing brightly in the night.
Candy-bright sugar moments,
pop like gumdrops,
a sweet melody we all know.
Graffiti dreams paint the walls,
hip-hop rhythms,
jumping over a yellow moon,
Chet Baker's notes float,
alive in the air,
the Hammond B-3 sings its soul,
freestyle, free heart,diggin' to write a jazz chart,
we dance until dawn,
lost in the Latin rhythms of last night.
Tony Adamo
Wednesday, December 11, 2024
Dark Splat 56 Wall Up the Bronx/Tony Adamo
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OTHER DIMENSIONS EXIST HERE ON EARTH/Tony Adamo...
A surreal scene depicts a person standing in a vibrant, abstract landscape with a massive, floating ship above. The image is composed of geometric shapes with warm hues of orange, yellow, and pink./ NY Street Scene/12/11/2024https://fineartamerica.com/featured/other-dimensions-exist-here-on-earth-tony-adamo.html?newartwork=true
Tuesday, December 10, 2024
The Iceman The Bronx/Tony Adamo
BB Strong the Hip Sanitation worker NY City/Tony Adamo...
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Spoken Word Poetry: Backbone Slim’s Blues/Tony Adamo
12/10/2024
In the deep south, where rivers wind, A tale unfolds, of a soul inter-twined/
Backbone Slim, born where the cotton sways, In fields of labor, he spent his days/
Weary hands, skin kissed by the sun/ Back-breaking work, but he never would run/
Close to the soil, where his roots dig deep, A rhythm of struggle, a song to keep/
Voices holler, chanting through the air, From the cotton fields yonder, a story laid bare/
The gins were a symphony, grinding away/ Blues notes forming, In Slims younger day/
His early life was painted in pain, sorrow, disgust/
Lookin’ for freedom, in a world full of rust/
“Man, I gotta get out,” he whispered to the night/ Who can I trust in this endless fight? /
NOLA called out the soul in his blues/ A blues sanctuary where his heart could choose/
Man, give me a big holler, give me a shout, In the blues rhythm of life, let the music pour out/
So, dig, the blues is his canvas, his solace, his strife/ He’s hip to It/
It's not everyone’s life/
The Smoky Bars/Delta deep Juke Joints/No Bandstand Brother/Just Play in the Club Back Corner/
Slim will Play till he drops, it’s the pulse that beats in his life/
In every strum, in every blues vamp's embrace/
Backbone Slim finds his rightful place/
His 12-bar blues, a shot of hard gin/
Warm on the tongue, where the journey begins/
From the cotton fields' labor to his heart's sweet bluesy refrain/
Backbone Slim’s legacy is a testament to pain and gain/
So, listen closely, and get hip to the blues story, In the deep south, where the blues is gold/
For in every blues heartbreak, and every cryin' soulful tune, Backbone Slim sings to the rhythm of the bright full moon/
So, jump aboard his blues train and feel his song roll by/