At my funeral I’m going to insist on on a real obscure avant garde free form jazz track played in full that goes on (and on) for at least 10 minutes
In the hope that during my dying breath I can then at least have the tiniest chuckle to myself as I picture everyone’s faces as they turn to each other in bewilderment saying “what the f’ing hell is this”?
You are all invited
Reminds me of a couple of lines from a Fred Wedlock song:
He sang his songs in a very strange way
Every string was tuned to A
Nearly
He said I sing my songs quite free
of restrictions like rhythm, time and key
and interest
