You know, I just adore you so much,
and because you liked my belly ring
and eyebrow rings and lip ring,
I was thinking of getting you a
Tungsten tongue stud for your birthday.
And don’t even ask me “Why Tungsten,”
because it has the same metallic qualities
of gold and even platinum, and hey,
it would sound excellent-cool when
you told your friends it was Tungsten.
And beside, I know how you practice
with your twenty-two and nine mil
down at the gun range, and the lead
shells are expensive when you practice,
and Tungsten shells are actually
more environmentally friendly,
since I know you get into that…
I mean, I really know you, and you
can still be my little eco-freak
and still like shooting stuff, right?
And yeah, I’ve heard some reports
that gun range Tungsten shell casings
sitting on the dirt can seep Tungsten into the dirt, but hey, I checked,
and Tungsten is not toxic
according to any reports I’ve seen.
Tungsten’s cheaper for bullets than lead,
and then you can say that the stud
through your tongue is made
of the same stuff as the bullets
you shoot from your gun…
The if only poem
and the why me poem
always lead to the nobody cares poem
so I’ll just put on my shoes and
play some music,
look out the window at the clouds.
I guarantee you, he said
At the end of his mother’s funeral,
That the dead will meet,
That they will look in full health
To each other,
Just as they were.
Oh yeah, I thought , and where
Do I collect if you are wrong?
But that was then and this is now
And oh how I miss her
And how I want to give
His money back.
We fought over an apple on the
train to Paris
and you kicked at me as
we crossed through the gate
onto the cobblestones,
two young Americans in Paris
having a lover’s spat and
making up.
We checked into that hotel
with the tiny balcony
and the red bed with the red curtains.
We were sprouts in a garden
that year.
We never imagined that
it couldn’t last, that time
would grow vines which would crawl up
us like it crawls up everyone
and hold us in factories and
houses and familiar streets.
Every cell in my body is different now and
you are gone,
as gone as Paris of that year.
The train
rolls again across
the French countryside,
rolls into Paris
on
tracks of memory
and we get the same
room and hitch hike across France again
speaking no French,
young Americans with our
thumbs out.
david michael jackson June 10, 2012 editors@artvilla.com
THE GIRLS IN THE BAND a film by One Step Productionstells the “poignant, untold stories of female jazz and big band instrumentalists and their fascinating, groundbreaking journeys from the late 30′s to the present day.“Review in Variety
Jazz legendary piano wizard Marian McPartland continues to showcase the world’s best musicians on NPR’s longest-running jazz program, Marian McPartland’s Piano Jazz.
When you research a post you sometimes run into another who has already done a job far better than you of detailing and archiving the subject. When you meet such a resource, you have to acknowledge. To learn more about Marian McPartland and piano and the times and history be sure to visit Marian McPartland a Jazz Pianist, an overview of a musical career. by Clare Hansson. Excellent!
Her start came in WW II, the big one. My dad was in that war and met my mom there. Marian was in that war and met her husband in England.
Thanks to the film and the people who made it, I, on an island in a far off land once called Tanase, have learned about this lady and now love her work. To blog is to be always on a discovery path. This path led to Marian McPartland’s piano.
We have decided that this is a windmill to battle. This is the first blog of presentations of women musicians. Expect more. We, or I, or whomever this is, thinks we or you, yes you should want more music from more of the ladies in this blog starring women featured in THE GIRLS IN THE BAND. It’s a good page.
Marian’s piano music speaks for itself.
The Girls in the Band
Audience Award, Best Documentary Feature – Palm Springs International Film Festival
Audience Favourite Feature, Victoria Film Festival
Audience Choice Documentary, Omaha Film Festival
Produced by Judy Chaikin, Michael Greene, Nancy Kissock. Executive producer, Greene. Co-producer, Hugh M. Hefner. Directed by Judy Chaikin. Written by Chaikin, Edward Osei-Gyimah
david michael jackson june 29 2012, editors@artvilla.com send rose petals
