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THE STUFF THAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF 


In the spirit of today’s THANKSGIVING holiday, I want to express my gratitude to all our supporters, friends and fans for helping to make JAZZ NOIR a reality.

Here’s an update:

We’ve finished all four recording sessions (twelve selections in all), and are now mixing the album!

Last night’s downtown photo shoot — under neon lights, in the shadowy streets — was a cinema-worthy thrill.

Soon we’ll ship the music and images to our art director, annotator and mastering engineer so they may begin their creative work.

We’re on track for a February 20 release and can’t wait to share it with you.

Watch our teaser trailer and pre-order yours HERE.

JAZZ NOIR, in the words of Sam Spade, is “the stuff that dreams are made of.”

Thanks for making our dreams come true!

~Dmitri

THE SUMMER DAY 

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
—Mary Oliver