Adrian Green

Walking on the Estuary Hill – Adrian Green

Walking on the Estuary Hill – Adrian Green

The curlew and the heron call, the hissing mud and whispering wings beat eery through the idle air until the moonlit midnight silence falls and then the tide flows softly through the gut and sluice of estuary sands and dark against the dreamlit sky the trees arise from hedgerows, and the hills alive... »

The Tenor Man – Adrian Green

The Tenor Man – Adrian Green

Pottering around the stage, a hyperactive ancient in his own backyard – independent of the band it seems. Disrhythmic shuffling of ashtray, beer, a pack of cigarettes, adjusting microphones, then in the middle eight he draws, exhales, and catches breath, stoops forward to the mouthpiece and bl... »

String Bass – Adrian Green

String Bass – Adrian Green

Some like to dominate, others caress a voluptuous rhythm on pliant strings. This pulse drives life through wanton counterpoint, the heart and harmony of things. ~ String Bass – Adrian Green »

Sailing Barges off Southend – Adrian Green

Sailing Barges off Southend – Adrian Green

Drifting on a tide from long ago, They swing at anchor silently Wreathed in early morning mist, Like ghosts grown mellow with antiquity. With names like Gladys, Will and Edith May Heroic legends motionless on ancient bows, They are waiting for the breeze, patiently Submissive to the whims of air and... »

Pink Champagne (for Digby Fairweather) – Adrian Green

Pink Champagne (for Digby Fairweather) – Adrian Green

Not blues in twelve but there is joy and pink champagne, the maker’s music trading eights in syncopated synergy from Dixieland to Rock ‘n’ Roll, and here the cornet-master leads in tones a trumpet cannot blow. The sidemen nod their harmonies, engrossed; their music coursing through an energy of swin... »

Mirror – Adrian Green

Mirror – Adrian Green

There are no lies in the morning no cheating of age an illusion of eye smoothing skin over bone. No portrait hidden away becoming skeletal and demanding release. Another day to face, my confessor, so laugh at this charting of years. ~ Mirror – Adrian Green »

Luna Lake Haiku – Adrian Green

Luna Lake Haiku – Adrian Green

New moon on the lake. Your voice and the nightingale serenade springtime. Full moon on the lake. Your voice and the waterbirds celebrate summer. Old moon on the lake. Owls hunting autumnal food – your voice still singing. ~ Luna Lake Haiku – Adrian Green »

Bluenote Time – Adrian Green

Bluenote Time – Adrian Green

in the soft jazz and midnight hour your eyes are dancing close to mine a sway of hips, a touch of lips while on the stand piano player’s fingers dance around the tune above a gentle touch caressing music from the bass your fingers up and down my spine in the soft jazz and midnight hour we lose ourse... »