Monday, April 07, 2014

The Paul Winter Consort's "Icarus"

By Jack Brummet, Jazz Ed.

This is such a gorgeous song.  How often does a song so beautifully capture the whole story of its [one word] title?  You see Icarus soar and keep soaring, and then the dark part as the wax melts and the feathers fall away and the song fades out, like the doppler rings from his splash into the sea, radiating and dispersing into nothingness.


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