I’m a jazz musician, working hard to learn how to “play the changes” by ear, listening for on-coming harmonic alterations that come at a rate of one every four beats, the changes that make a note that in one measure sounds sweet suddenly sound sour.

I realized it’s not a bad metaphor for life and so wrote these new lyrics for an especially change-ridden tune called Joy Spring. Here I’m singing them and playing a deliberately bad solo to show what it’s like when you bone-headedly stick to an article of faith even though it no longer applies, given the on-coming changes.

You hear that Republicans? That solo is what you guys sound like whenever you sing the praises of supply side economics.

Joy Springy

When it’s jazz

All the chords change fast

We watch em move because

they will not last

You see the notes must stay

In line with each new chord

To sound ok, and that’s OK.

The chords change

And now the sweet notes suck

you can’t afford to let your self get stuck

It’s just like life this way

You must stay flexible from day to day. My point is that in

In life the hot of yesterday today is not, to hit the spot

it shifts a lot so better drop your old and

Clogged up smarteries way, the spot’s

a moving place so take the space to pace and race anticipating grace

Listen next

I’ll play the sound of stuck

A sucky sound failing to weave and duck

To prove you’ve got to move.

in life and jazz you’ll need the flexible groove.

(Solo played in only one key, ignoring all of the chord changes.)

Well that sucked

But then I said it would

I stayed in place

not shifting as I should

You see the notes must stay

In line with each new chord

To sound ok? That wasn’t OK.

The chords changed

My former sweet notes sucked

I couldn’t afford to let myself get stuck

It’s just like life this way

You must stay flexible from day to day. My point is that in

In life the hot of yesterday today is not, to hit the spot

it shifts a lot so better drop your old and

Clogged up smarteries way, the spot’s

a moving place so take the space to pace and race anticipating grace

Next solo shows,

the sound of moving right.

Flying with it when the chords take flight

To prove you’ve got to move.

in life and jazz you’ll need the flexible groove.