An xxjfg archive for posts featuring Jeans Wilder.
Those nights we stay in, but outside of the forbidden cellar, we tend to fall asleep to the cycle of a cylinder light that projects upon the walls of the bedroom the shapes of future constellations in the pantheon of musical glory. Last night, it was Jeans Wilder who showed up in this makeshift firmament, up…
Jeans Wilder is becoming the steady purveyor of spectral balladry that soundtracks past instances of your 20jazzfunkgreats conflicted youth. Memories of those days when we hadn’t yet fully developed the arcane powers which allow us to facemelt our foes with a flick of the wrist, memories of past days enthralled by the blink of deer…
In antique times, Greeks didn’t describe dreams as something that happened in their heads while they slept, but as something that descended from heaven, you saw your dream approach like a window opening into the world of the Gods, and once the message was delivered, this window went away, it vanished into the distance. The…