Since the dawn of autombile 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 non-residents dare 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 which ensued during this doomsday day trip. Its compositions and arrangements were 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 travelled 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.