... "loss of appetite ... not feeling RIGHT ... they think I have A GLITCH ..." ...

been a f*** up my whole lifeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Its when you first look at your heart throb, time slows down and it feels like heaven.

First Look

Morning Chillout best used around the beach

Club Chillout

Mostly Disco sounds in along this set very happy and positive

Disco Party

This is now the official theme song for oo7DJJazz's weekly internet radio show that airs on Saturdays from 7 to 9 at oo7DJJazz.com

DJJazz

Family disowned me my whole life 

Consider me a fuck up low life 

Left me in the dark with no light 

Flames burn to an unknown height

can’t remember what I did last night 

Trying to escape the past spite 

Isn’t me why  am I feeling like 

 I’m stuck higher than the celling light 

Thoughts of my death and suicide 

God damn me who am I 

I don’t why I try 

Everything is just a lie 

Take them away I don’t die 

Going back and forth from low to high 

Trouble maker yeah I’m that guy 

Talk down to me get no comply 

Cancer  Had me hotter than July 

But Only Opened my third eye my

Filling my spirit I can’t deny 



All I even know is  I feel it my soul 

Let the water flow to finally gain control 

Even if I burn but I’m fire so it’s never a concern 

Painterly wait my turn 

too many hard lessons I have learned 

Only can I rise look to the skies 

Been through all the tides the lows and highs 

Walk through this hell .. make out the veil 

Catch me when I fell but it isn’t hard to tell . 

They hate me in  past  but will love me in the future 

Given all I ask stitch me with your suture .

Living too fast clinging to my heart like a 
tumor 

I will out last there transgressios to maneuver 

And Leave em all surpassed  cuz I’m the rightful ruler

Chemically Imbalanced

Shiva in flagrante

All Lanes Merge Here

Verse 1 
Love Is a drug and it’s hard to kick the habit . 

Gives my heart a  tug so ya know I had to have it . 

Hit it more than once and it made me an addict 

Now I  Stay Smoking on joints pipes bongs blunts vapes and occasionally dab it . 

Even when I was  homeless still pull a bad bitch 

I’m a Leave this world savage and mad rich 

Had opportunities but they still never had shit 
 
I Grew up screw up which made me so elaborate 

No opportunities but bitch I had have it ..

Use  to have to sit now I fly over traffic 

Beginning to the end bitch Ill always stay classic 

Are You Struggling still? Bitch I’m already past it 

Abracadabra I bring it like magic 

Only fuck With  beef if its 100 percent organic 

 floating to the top when there sinking just like  the titanic 
 
Hook 
Run run 
Never give a fuck cuz tomorrow  is a new day 

Bring the light to the dark but do it in a new way 

coasting through this life riding on 
a blue wave 

Given more to this world than the few gave 

Fuck today cuz tomorrow Is a new day 


 Fuck what you  think and fuck what you say 

Tomorrow is a new day !


Verse 2 
Ever time we texted felt more disconnected 

Fuck you and the next bitch 
show me the exit 

No time for simple ass games 

Run that shit with the simple ass lames 

Why’s Is it family and friends seem to come and go 

Just like some dumb ass hoes I know 
 
Ain’t ever been where I ain’t Been yet 

Can’t change the past so I forget the regret 

Cant trust any one any who anyway 
 
Live for the night and the brand new day 

I don’t care what any of them bitches have to say 

I didn’t make the game bitch I just wanna play 

Tackling fuel like Bobby Bouchet

Why is everyone the same and cliche 

Games on its knees like it’s about to pray 

Never scared to jump in the fray 

Jump in the Chevrolet running from the cops up bouquet 

Should been on live PD  the one that got Away 



 
























































 

 
























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Tomorrow is a New Day

Reviews
“…very moving and original.” No Transmission
“a masterpiece!” Null
“You are one of the 2% of artists to whom Couleurs Jazz Média has made a promise to share... Congrats!” Couleurs Jazz Média
“amazed that you're composing pieces that are nothing short of classical genius work.” Sandhya Surendran
“an elegant and moving piano piece that features a unique combination of pulsating rhythm and emotive expressiveness. We'll feature your music on the 59th edition of our radio show "Noitinha Groove." Rádio Armazém


Debate has long-raged over the primacy of reason or emotion in music. Aesthetic theory is divided into two camps: emotionalism on one side, formalism and contextualism on the other. Named for the mathematician Giuseppe Peano (1858 – 1932), this piece proposes a conclusion to that debate.   

Peano made outstanding contributions to the fields of logic and mathematics. Among them, the standard set of axioms describing the phenomena of natural numbers known as the Peano Axioms. Logic relies on fundamentals like "subject" and "negation" to make sense, but also and significantly, on structural elements of form, for example, proposition, argument, and conclusion. Music is more than similar. It makes sense by using fundamentals like melody, harmony, and rhythm, and formal structures like exposition, development, and recapitulation.   

Logic is built to express reason, and music—most of it anyway—expresses emotion, but words used in logic, like "negation," carry emotional meaning. Music, like logic, must make sense, but inherently, there is powerful reason in emotion. We may fall in love or become angry based on an illogical fallacy, but that is, nevertheless, the reason for our feeling. Conversely, and despite our fantasy of being capable of emotionless reason, there is powerful emotion in reason. So often, reason and logic are overtaken, if not obliterated by the far more powerful phenomenon of emotion. We would like to think we're guided by reason, but pit reason against emotion and emotion wins every time.  

In place of the usual emotional expressions used in scores to guide performance, like "con calore" (with fervor), this score uses terms of logic like "predicate" and "conclusion" to argue the issues at hand. In this piece, my conclusion to the argument comes in the final section to be played in the manner heard in a sweaty Cuban nightclub where the piano player has hands too big to fit the keys and emotions too big to be bound by reason.

Score available at: 
https://www.scoreexchange.com/scores/84263.html

Chamber Music

The Peano Propositions

Reviews

“Oh, what a special masterpiece!” Null
“I think it is magical.” LaAbril Dávila
“Success!” Entre Acordes
“The graceful melody of your music fascinates.” Chaam Sound
“ …an incredibly nuanced composition.” Sandhya Surendran
“…surprising and creates a mystical and enveloping atmosphere. If you appreciate jazz and instrumental music, this is a work worth listening to. It's a unique opportunity to experience new musical horizons and let yourself be carried away by the author's creativity.” Rádio Armazém


On-going debate asks whether music can convey meaning, and if it can, how does it? Of course, these arguments devolve into semantics. What do we mean by meaning? Leaving conundrums aside, the question of “meaning” in music, as we commonly understand that word, fascinates me.

This piece wonders how meaning is made, especially as posed by Noam Chomsky’s now famous sentence, “Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.” He purposely constructed that nonsensical sentence to research how we make meaning in things—even things intentionally devoid of meaning. Absolute music is an example. The composer intends it to be contemplated as pure music, as artistic abstraction without rational meaning, but I’m not sure that’s possible.

As Chomsky’s research showed, we seem compelled to discover or make meaning, intended or not. When we read Chomsky’s sentence, we can’t resist trying to figure out what it means. Is it emotional meaning as in a poem? Are “Colorless green ideas” and “sleep furiously” metaphors. perhaps for unresolved theories struggling for completion? Even from nonsense, we try to make meaning. It seems that besides meaning in the rational sense, e.g. the futility of war, or love conquers all, we also understand emotional or supra-rational meaning. “I don’t know what that piece is supposed say, but it really means something to me.”

  Even when a composer intends meaning, explicitly or implicitly, it seems to be no more valid or meaningful than what a listener may find—or invent. We may clearly understand what the composer intends to communicate from a program note or the music itself, but we aren’t simply receiving that information. Our minds compare, relate, and otherwise contemplate the music in many ways. Whatever the composer may have to say about it is only one of many aspects to which we respond and that determine whatever meaning we may or may not find.

As Chomsky’s sentence demonstrates so clearly, meaning is not solely conveyed by the composer’s intention. As listeners, we make it. Like composing, listening is a creative act.

The Dance
  A Maker in a sidewalk workshop builds various abstract objects and stands them outside, never interacting with passersby who enter singly and interact with each other in pairs or groups as they agree and disagree about the purpose or use of the objects. Social hierarchy, hubris, grief, sex, mysticism, etc. animate the dancers:
  A Maker who calmly, but fastidiously makes abstract objects, e.g. a pillar, an open triangle, a tall rectangular frame, etc.
  A naive and very curious Young Woman.
  A constantly confused and nearly naked Holy Man of unidentifiable origin and denomination.
  A middle-aged and harried Business Woman.
  A slick and overly confident Venture Capitalist.
  An irascible, but practically minded Bum.
  A sad young Genius whose great intellect always leads him back to where he began.
  After most have exited in frustration or confusion, the Maker sits down with his lunch box and thermos and eats his lunch, oblivious to the remaining dancers trapped in, or struggling with things he’s made.

Chemically Imbalanced

Poor Boy Floyd

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