He was so cool and very calculated
With a warm embracing tone
And a stunning dexterity
This sax player at the Green door.
Had a brisk tempo to match his play.
Softly but vigorously blowing his sax
To make his audience glad and mellow.
This Sax Player at the Green door.
He had a joyous love for people
One could sense it through his notes
With the colored lights blending with the notes
This Sax player at the Green door.
He could navigate space and timing
With high and low and medium notes
While the Bass went off in a Boom Boom Boom
This Sax Player at the Green door.
Casually strolling to the Piano
There for a drink and to wipe his brow
To say hello to a patron or two
This Sax player at the Green door.
Knowing just when to get back to the beat
He would sachee back to the center on time
To follow the beat one more time
This Sax Player at the Green door.
Such an uncanning precision now in a dialogue with the band
Followed by an applause from the audience
This is Raw and unadulterated Jazz, pure and simple Jazz
As played by the Sax Player at the Green door.
So few write poetry on music: and I have to agree with John, whom I've just met this past month; when living in NYC in the 80's I had a chance to visit so many small clubs with at that time many of the old players still playing their bop and swing... now it is so hard to find even a small cafe devoted to jazz. Nicely done
...and I do miss the small clubs...many a thing of the past...to larger concert halls abound. Your write...sends visual of wonderful times in my soul.
John
Reading these words, I wanted to hear the music from the sax player at the green door! I really liked this sentence, "With the colored lights blending with the notes " it shows me you have a lot of understanding of colour/sound.
John
love jazz and blues and neo-soul and regga
but jazz tends to take me there.....enjoyed
reading you.....thanks
Afrika
Jenni
i liked.
josie
Love it, Peter!
Gina
Sandie Angel :o) / May Lu $*_*$
Jenni