This sound, so different, so wonderful,
Came to my ears and mind long ago.
The sound from this man;
Who would stay with me, until the day he died
In December two thousand and twelve.
Take Five, so famous, even now;
Say Take Five and Brubeck is there in my mind.
Those innocent days when Brubeck was alive,
My brother and I listening to that famous quartet,
Brubeck, Desmond, Morello and Wright.
The college recordings, especially Oberlin
Where Brubeck and Desmond argued before coming on;
The argument continued on stage,
The two trying to outperform each other,
Producing some of their best ever music.
The day I saw him, a birthday present from my brother;
On stage came these three young men;
Alto, drums and bass.
And there, after a pause, he came,
This little wizened old man.
He walked oh so slowly to the microphone,
Said good evening and walked again so slowly to the piano,
I though he is going to collapse before he gets there,
But no he sits at his alter ego
Turns, and beams at the audience.
This soft gentle sound pervades the theatre
Like an invisible net, casting it’s magic
Around as all, and pulling us into the world
Of the jazz that Dave Brubeck brought
To my Body and Soul.
He was in my life for fifty plus years;
So wonderful to listen to
Played with absolute ease and mastery;
Showing me the absolute love of his art
Dave Brubeck – gone but never forgotten.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Memories from my childhood as well Andy and nostalgia now. Nicely written
Very true soren, thank you.
Andy
Never to be forgotten .This is a great poem and a great tribute to a wonderful musician.I really enjoyed reading.well done
Much appreciated David, thank you.
Andy
Wonderful tribute to a wonderful musician enjoyed the read
Most kind Tobani, thank you.
Andy
You are very welcome
Excellent write Andy
Thank you Tony.
Andy
You're welcome
What a beautiful tribute!!!!!
Most kind Salvia, thank you.
Andy
Andy, he was a master. Was there ever a better Jazz song written? A while back I was listening to it and wrote a poem that I called "Take Five," not about him or the song, but just something it inspired me to write. Seems like you have enjoyed all of his works. Sometimes when I want to relax, I play "Take Five" and it does the trick.
Enjoyed your ode to him.
He has always been in my life Phil, and always will be, Thank you for your kind words.
Andy
Great tune great write.👍🏼
Thank you John, much appreciated.
Andy
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