One hundred years ago he was born
And for over sixty years I have known him,
Known him through his music.
A man who brought jazz into my life,
Opened my life into a world.
A world of cool and bebop,
Of trad and modern.
So many styles
That started with that one tune,
Take Five played on the gramophone.
One of the many records
Played by my father.
Then came the day I saw him,
Saw him play.
This little wizened old man
Creeping slowly to his piano,
And the first notes were played
A web came out from those notes
That surrounded the audience
And pulled us into his music,
An evening I will never forget,
As the man that brought me into jazz
Played to me,
Taking me into his life.
A man I will never forget
And will forever play.
Brubeck lives on,
Lives on in my life.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In memory of Dave Brubeck: Born December 6, 1920 –Died December 5, 2012. I saw him at the Barbican in 2000 on his eightieth birthday tour, he was wonderful and I still get goosebumps when I think of that concert.
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Comments6
This is just lovely! Nice read, well written.
Can you tell me how to edit a poem?
Thank you Katie, much appreciated.
Go into your poem and scroll down to below the area where you see the last section where you put the poem on and on the left hand side you will see Edit | DeleteReport and click on Edit. Hope this helps.
Andy
A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
I remember him from my childhood. I too loved his music. A most nostalgic write Gold and I think you have written of him before as well.
Thank you soren, Brubeck has been in my life all the time as my dad used to listen to him as well.
Andy
Remember him well from my younger years, You are most welcome Andy
Great write Andy, you always hit just the right spot. Watching the musicians, they are not just playing the music, they are feeling it. Thank you so much for sharing!
Thank you Bella, yes like all good musicians they feel the music.
Andy
A pleasure to come back to read your poems once more Goldfinch. Great write as usual.
Good to see you Adam, thank you for your kind words.
Andy
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