 Penguin Random House Canada presents Coming Through Slaughter by Michael Andace, read for you by Dion Graham. Buddy Bolden began to get famous right after 1900 come in. He was the first to play the hard jazz and blues for dancing. Had a good band, strictly ear band. Later on Armstrong, Bunk Johnson, Freddie Keppert. They all knew he began the good jazz. John Ropershaw had a real reading band, but Buddy used to kill Ropershaw anywhere he went. When he prayed, he'd take the people with him all the way down Canal Street. Always looked good. When he bought a cornet, he'd shine it up and make it glisten like a woman's leg. Louis Jones. Three Sonographs. Pictures of dolphin sounds made by a machine that is more sensitive than the human ear. The top left sonograph shows a squawk. Squawks are common emotional expressions that have many frequencies or pitches, which are vocalized simultaneously. The top right sonograph is a whistle. Note that the number of frequencies is small, and this gives a pure sound, not a squawk. Whistles are like personal signatures for dolphins and identify each dolphin as well as its location. The middle sonograph shows a dolphin making two kinds of signals simultaneously. The vertical stripes are echolocation clicks, sharp multi-frequency sounds, and the dark mountain-like hums are the signature whistles. No one knows how a dolphin makes both whistles and echolocation clicks simultaneously. One. His Geography. Float by in a car today and see the corner shops. The signs of the owners obliterated by brand names. Tassan's food store, which he lived opposite for a time, surrounded by a drink Coca-Cola in bottles, barks, or Lorelie's tavern. The signs speckled in the sun, Tom Moore, Yellowstone, Jax, Coca-Cola, Coca-Cola. Primary yellows and reds muted now against the white, horizontal sheet wood walls. This district, the homes and stores are a mile or so from the streets made marble by jazz. There are no songs about Gravia Street, or Phillips, or First, or the Mount Ararat Missionary Baptist Church's mother lived next door too. Just the names of the streets written vertically on the telephone poles, or the letters sunken to pavement that you walk over. Sample complete. Ready to continue?