Notes, while driving with Brubeck
(random riffs recorded on the road)
Concrete seams click beneath
the rapid turn of wheels
trying to impress the need
for arrival, as a sax greets an expanse of blue
waving on a horizon breaking free
of its cloudy blanket, revealing
more blue as grapevines,
in row after orderly row, march
up a snow covered slope,
drummer keeping the beat.
Gulls wander in from the lake,
and hilltop turbines can’t keep up.
Five takes, and no photo worthy of saving.
This ain’t no St. Louis, but the sky is still blue.
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The line about blue made me think Miles Davis? Maybe that’s up next? 🙂
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You read my mind. Today was a bad day, all around, but especially the driving in the southern tier of western New York – heavy snow. Miles helped, a lot.
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I’m glad you had Miles to help out with the snowy miles. 😉
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Now I have to find my Brubeck. Who always reminds me of my brother as a teenager, introducing me to all these new sounds. (K)
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😀 I’m glad I was able to bring that though to you.
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Photos always welcome, but your words deliver a vivid image of blue beginning, expanding … a sense that you’re headed smack into the blues, about to be swallowed up. (And that feels highly desirable!) Trance inducing lyrics … enjoyed riding along for a couple of minutes – thanks!
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Thank you, Jazz.
I skirted Lake Erie, between Cleveland and Buffalo, that day. The lake’s blue came out as the blue sky met it.
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I think this is one of your best. Wow. I’m feeling the road and the music.
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Thank you, Claudia. 🙂
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I could feel that saxophone seeping through, like a cold fog, like a blue night…
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Thank you, Bob. It’s a gift when a musician is able to bring those images to a listener.
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It certainly is. And some do it so well. But the listener also plays a part.
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