Since the dawn of the automobile
man has been imbued with a sense
of exploration -- to seek out new locales, to drive to them, and to return to his abode of residence. In New York City,
directly to the east of Island of Manhattan there exists a borough whose roads are so poorly designed that the Romans
themselves dared not traverse them.
I give you....Queens.
Let the driver who dares venture
off Queens main artery, the Long Island Expressway, possess a will of iron, for it is he who embarks on a collision course
with his destiny: eternal damnation.
Presenting a jazz CD inspired by the feeling of free-fall ensued during this
doomsday day trip. Its compositions and arrangements, forged by pianist Keith Saunders, out of a thousand left
turns onto one-way streets going THE WRONG WAY. Out of the awareness that he traversed roads that would
have challenged Sacajawea, comes art
personified. Swingin'.
I invite you to listen to the samples from Lost In Queens. It is a work of angst and a
labor of love. But for the love of Robert Moses, stay the hell on the expressway.
