ThisisIS concert

Urbanology II - 1

I like casual musicians

Clarinet sets the strutting tempo

Followed by the bass guitar

And a ringing cello.

Yes, that's what it is, 

Did you know that one can

Be used as a ringing clock?

Incessant waves rolling one

After the other give

 A lovely rippling effect.

Deep beat now originating from the cello

The clarinet brings back some jazzy effects

Echoing the capital state town pulse

Lovely, verily lovely

I imagine myself in a pub with a glass

Brings back memories of

A jazz cellar in Saint-Germain-des-Prés

The only missing element

Is the lazy invasive blue smoke

Of the Gitanes and the black walls.

Urbanology II -  2

Cello building irritating tattoo

On the back of the clarinet

Very distinctive guitar rhythm

Setting off percussion on a tambourine

Accelerating tempo

Sounds like an old fabulous Santana

Making it strident until it screams and

Becomes poignant with the hailing of despair 

The three instruments go viral and with increasing volume

Output striking distressingly alive

Reminds one of blaring sirens and

Reversing trucks infuriatingly  beeping.

Urbanology in full flaring display.

Urbanology II - 3

Sawing noises issue from the cello

With clear nailing ones from the guitar

It is very effective

The hammering is now loud

When the clarinet introduces drilling.

Suddenly the mood changes

And one can only see the coffee break

Where the team stops work

And share the news of their day

The clarinet rings back the reality call

To return to work.

Urbanology II - 4

Very Vince Jones sound

Happy jazzy feel

Almost has a bossa nova 

Explorative touch to it

Can visualize the beach with the sundowner

Despite the clarinet shrill call

One of the audience is sleeping peacefully

Upbeat and optimistic

Almost contrary to normal soulful blues

Finishes on a metronomic cadence by the cello.

Urbanology II - 5

Cello rhythm starts slowly

As the sound of traffic quickly intensifies

Swift, moving, though never flowing

The wooden flute tries to make herself heard

But it's voice is muted

As the paces of pedestrians can't be heard

In the noisy building environment of the town

But it takes us on a trip to a Japanese print

Where a geisha walks in the snow on wooden platform shoes.

One wonders where did that come from

As a warm rain comes down softly

Slowly across one's face

Softly softly the traffic disappears

Settles down to a murmur dying lingering

One single note.

What a lovely concert, I really enjoyed it.

Thank you ThisisIS.

L. Bailliet ©

25/04/04