Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I heard Jack's voice in the jazz rain of a thousand Buddha bum hustle razzle dazzle drizzle reba-zap rip-a-zag finger snap dragon drag man through the crystal voids of a midnight Coltrane whistle.Down the drunken railroad tracks of singing French songs of far away roads winding into neon signs shooting stars along freedom rings hobo planets arrive.No shuck no jive just the living end cool sounds drive endless headlights into the nothing darkness.My favorite things typewriter click clacken jack crackin no joke

fine-tuned ear picks up jack on radio soundwave abandon in a how many voices doesn't matter packed crowd, the jack of sounds jigs the drum and sum of attention

Yes, it is all there.

jack's voice in real time