People power in the streets, jazz music on the sheets.
So when you see bright, neon green along the edges of a march, or sticking out of a tear gas cloud, know there’s someone with pen and paper, keeping score, and giving power to the rule of law, while it still can. Thank god for the green hats.
From the hyper-simple, to the hyperbolic, this is a personal photo collection of art at the protest, in defiance of a world falling apart.
“I'll never forget those aimless years./Street sounds swirling through my mind./Trouble was often in the air,/so we fought to forget our despair./I'm a street player,/and I'll play you a song.”
In a world on fire, we only have each other. We were all we ever needed.
Blue Collar Jazz 