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| JAZZ AT THE “CLUB SESTINA” | |
| By CliffBowes | ||||||||
| 30 January 2007 | ||||||||
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Charlie Parker - Bird, has, in my opinion, been the greatest influence on jazz ever. His tragically early death in 1955 was a great loss to modern music. Sweet tones of tenor sax, so cool. A slapping bass lays down the beat. A drum kit echoes in the night. The room is dark; the music loud. Two-hundred souls, all feeling blue Shuffle and spin to the offbeat rhythm. A rippling piano finds the rhythm, I’ve never heard ‘Laura’ sound so cool, With her lipstick smile and mascara, blue. Dizzy, “à la sourdine,” is really hard to beat, But when he’s loud, man he’s really loud; Please Dizzy, please, play all night. One star not shining on this night Is ‘Bird’ the alto-playing saint of rhythm. He left the stage before this set got loud. The needle damage and the bourbon cool Fed the habit that he couldn’t beat. Charlie Parker - you painted this town blue. Strange smoke turns the air pale blue, The acrid smell invades the night, Sharpening your senses to the pounding beat And the subtle changes of the rhythm. “Cool Blues”, “Ornithology”, and “Something Cool”. “Bird lives - Bird lives”, cry it out loud. Says trumpet tongued Dizzy as we shout out loud, “Let’s take this in B flat, ‘Why am I Blue?’” The hour grows late and the air grows cool, An open door lets in the night. This same door lets escape the rhythm Which tumbles out with a heavy beat. Four to the bar - starting on the up-beat, Unappreciated by those who talk too loud. Syncopated hoodoo, voodoo rhythm, Blowing your horn like ‘Little Boy Blue’. A gentle dawn sweeps away the night, While a gentle rain turns the sidewalks cool. “Bird lives” written in letters blue, Graffiti secretly scrawled at night. Untrue - at thirty-five he died. Un-cool.
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