Hank Mobley
Henry (Hank) Mobley (July 7, 1930 – May 30, 1986) was an American hard bop and soul jazz tenor saxophonist and composer. Mobley was described by Leonard Feather as the "middleweight champion of the tenor saxophone", a metaphor used to describe his tone that was neither as aggressive as John Coltrane nor as mellow as Stan Getz. His style was laid-back, subtle and melodic, especially in contrast with players like Sonny Rollins and John Coltrane, and it took many jazz connoisseurs until after his demise to fully appreciate his talent.
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Hank Mobley
Henry (Hank) Mobley (July 7, 1930 – May 30, 1986) was an American hard bop and soul jazz tenor saxophonist and composer. Mobley was described by Leonard Feather as the "middleweight champion of the tenor saxophone", a metaphor used to describe his tone that was neither as aggressive as John Coltrane nor as mellow as Stan Getz. His style was laid-back, subtle and melodic, especially in contrast with players like Sonny Rollins and John Coltrane, and it took many jazz connoisseurs until after his demise to fully appreciate his talent.
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The Deliberate Aftermath
Written & Produced by Yunus Emre Aydın Lyrics: Repelled lay in between scoundrels written Along diminished collapse of heaven and hell Another street passed without, no such sight I've stumbled upon abandoned highways Pulsatory climate * And I've heard stories haven't deemed right Ain't the path across a moody conversation Sacred, screwed, blued and tattooed yet blurred Lines I fell from as a shout reasoned by * Smoking signals of the late approach to the cry But a prison under my blues, roam melts away * A hesitant roguery stretching the length of fate As much mine as the beauty I watched depart A return hoped for yet the opposite, doomsday And in every moment A heart left behind Neither whole nor lacking The deliberate aftermath sprawling endlessly * So I packed the will, packed the rest down cold Every swallowed fragment of knowing, turned upside down Numbness nailed to my heart, I know it's a noun replaced Another forgotten home, the depths to which I fall Accusatory refinement * And that night, I met the pain And that night, I met the pain blooming in the soul The window frame, a half-spoken discourse dedicated to spring Chased through every corner, never stealing from the day With each step, deeper still, as my dreams burned away * Smoking signals of the late approach to the cry But a prison under my blues, roam melts away * A hesitant roguery stretching the length of fate As much mine as the beauty I watched depart A return hoped for yet the opposite, doomsday And in every moment A heart left behind Neither whole nor lacking The deliberate aftermath sprawling endlessly * And at zenith, the lost joy now hums with another's noise A voice scattered by the wind, dissolving only in solitude As the reckless chill of the boondocks grows like thorns upon my skin A will, estranged from longing, knows only these roads The witherings left behind, only they will remember Whose final breath wavered still at its prime Loneliness, the one to teach each path its name Blood spilled, tears shed washed away within this rain And daylight, darkening as I blink, bears silent witness My end, the hollow I belong to in every tomorrow I have recessed * Smoking signals of the late approach to your cry No longer a prison under my blues, resentment melts away * A hesitant roguery stretching the length of fate As much mine as the beauty I watched depart A return hoped for yet the opposite, doomsday And in every moment A heart left behind Neither whole nor lacking The deliberate aftermath sprawling endlesslymore
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One For Jamal
Hip-Hop/Jazz. Think Miles Davis, meets A Tribe Called Quest and J Dilla. Composed in honor of my late best friend. Cover art is us as young men in 2004. I made the beat, and I’m playing trumpet, and all the keys. My guy Karel Ruzicka is playing flute. Composed, arranged, produced, mixed, and mastered by me.more
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SO BLUE
This is a recording of two people trapped in a moment in time like a fly captured in Amber. This was the summer of 2015 two people in LOVE and just discovering that they could make music and recorded on a Samsung phone. This album is full of mistakes, traffic noises, pain and LOVE. Out on the 29/01/2026more
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