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myrnajacobs β Come to say goodbye . . .
Published: 2008-04-17 23:57:49 +0000 UTC; Views: 953; Favourites: 29; Downloads: 0
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Mel Dalton, an old friend of ours died recently. For his funeral all his musician friends came to play. This man was in his 80s or perhaps 90s. They had played together a long long time ago and he wanted to say goodbye in the way he knew best.I loved this man, still able and willing to play some jazz.
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Thank you very much. Yes, it's a bit bittersweet.
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Thank you very much. I loved this little old guy.
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and I bet he could play....looks like a fine man
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Yes, a sweet old man in love with his horn and the music.
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I loved the emotion in this piece and your description as well, so I featured it in my journal.
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Wow, thanks for the feature. His presence there was almost like a ghost of times past for these old musicians.
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No problem. Thank you for posting this piece!
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My lament for the desappearment of your Friend
I feel it like the sentiment when of the essence
of the original Brazilian music died.
He was well known for his nickname :Cartola.
His production of excellence on lyrics becames
from the people from the slopes of Rio de Janeiro,
nowadays places occupied by the violent representants
of the white people, narcotraficants and consumers.
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Oh wow, I didn't know that and it is such a loss. I will have to find original music of Cartola to see what the sound is like. My husband loves Brazilian jazz. Now I have to go find the music of the people.
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Cartola - and his disciples - represents the authentic samba, with a touch of good passion and sadness and is an adaptation from the white person - chorinho - by the richness artistical spirit of the blacks.
Tom Jobim and JoΓ£o Gilberto are not original in their jazz. Cole Porter was the great master.
The more authentic in the branch of jazz is the music produced by Vinicius de Moraes (lyrics) with Carlinhos Lira (song), and it came before the Bossa Nova. It was the Samba-Canção.
"Samba De Uma Nota SΓ³", of JoΓ£o Gilberto, is exactly the firsts notes of "Night and Day". He was original in his minimalism.
I cant't accept Bossa Nova as a Brazilian music, but a World Music (USA+Brazil).
BTW: have you seen the example the local version of the colonial spanish architecture in my gallery? You are invited. Your watch is important to in a dialog comment the differences.
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Wow... Some don't have the right words so they say what they wish to another way...
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A lovely tribute to someone who sounds like he's an amazing individual. I'm so sorry for your loss--but happy that you had the chance to know him--and thus, be in a position to even feel the loss, if that makes sense.
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It makes sense... and strangely, the loss isn't so bad because I feel as though he is somehow still around...and also that he did all he wanted in his long and creative life.
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I can understand that! Not many people can say that, at the end of a life, I'm afraid!
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I think that too many people lose track of time and then decide it's too late. I'm happy to be thinking..it's never to late.
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I would have guessed you would feel that way...it just seems to fit in with everything else I know about you...
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It's always sad when a friend leaves and it's often hard to find the right way to say 'goodbye'. I like the way you did it.
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What an absolutely wonderful comment.
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I'm so happy you do. Sometimes I put a personal image up and wonder... if I'm not seeing it through the prism of my own thoughts and emotions rather than objectively.
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both I guess. but this photo explains with the image itself the feeling you had
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This is such a beautiful remembrance. Such an incredible portrait.
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And thank you so much for the fave.
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Thank you very much.
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A really "true" picture, because it captures the feeling of the jazz musician waiting...but the look on his face and that big godly sax around his neck tells everyone that his soul is wound up in the music, and the music of your dear departed friend. For people who are called to jazz, it's like prayer to a religious person, it turns wherever they play into a chapel; and when they soarβas I imagine your dear friend did (I've heard of D. from several people)βthey seem to be connecting to heaven. Can I share a memory? I once saw Sonny Rollins playing on the GWBridge in NYCity, and when he took a break he just rested against the rail and he had this same look: wanting, waiting, and knowing that soon he'd be talking to his god again. That's what you caught here, a beautiful picture, a true jazz moment, and a tribute to your dearly remembered friend. Many thanks for sharing it with the world.
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you've already said it in your deeply loving art. As Shakespeare said (in Twelfth Night), "if music be the food of love, play on." (We once quoted that to Dizzy GillespieβI was 10!βand he said, "doo be doo!") It must be wonderful to share this exquisite intimate art form with a husband and dear friends. People who've never walked it sometimes look in and think, "what love they have for what they do." It's like I feel sometimes as I read through these comments by such talented photographers, and think, "I wish I could wield a camera if just to look in the photographer's eye and know what they see". It's a pleasure to see work like yours in these pages...
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You should pick up a camera... it is not so hard to just find what you like and shoot. Choose a simple one first. I have many old photos taken with a simple box camera (fixed focus) by my mother and others by my husband's family. They are treasures because they, amazingly, have captured 'life' in all it's variant forms... the things that interested them. You can and should do the same. I love the eye of the 'uneducated' photographer.
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thank you, maybe I should. I was so mediocre at graphic work, whenever I've thought of photographing I got this feeling I'd look at my pictures and want to change my name and move to the arctic. (I did graphic work when I was with a girlfriend who was a truly talented painter; I'd work for hours then look at her work and say, "boy, am I in the wrong field!" Although my grandfather had a better expression: "Oy! From this you wouldn't make a living!"...) But everyone starts somewhere. I'll just stay away from fine photographers like yourself while shooting, so I don't get too discouraged...
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Measuring oneself against others is a dangerous thing... to the psyche and sometimes even growth.
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thanks so much, MYvonne (Myrna), I appreciate your words. You must know, my words are a light-hearted way of saying that I have walked this path many times and I truly do appreciate other artists' beauty when I see it. I was a classical pianist from age 4 and did a great deal & got awards and did competitions and studied, later, with some of the wonderful teachers in the field; and I later did a great deal in writing as well. I really do know the joy of watching oneself emerge artistically, and then being able to help others who are starting out. I am near 60 now, and I do a lot of service; and when I start a new art, even just to play, I am always amazed at those who have done it long and do it with such love and vision. And it truly doesn't fell me or stop me, I just feel joy at it. When I saw my old girlfriend's art, it didn't stop me from being a graphic des., it just showed me what a joy it was to see her work and watch what came out of her. This is how I feel when I see artists like yourself and some of the others I've had the privilege to view here and a few other places. So know, I'm really very fine about my non-photographic abilities right now; if I pursue it, I'll do it with a smile, and learn from people like you rather than be scared away. In my life, I learned that that is the best kind of teacher. And what a wonderful way to learn anyway. Thanks for your thoughts. And maybe I'll actually start snapping pictures! Who knows! I've always thought, if I had the time...well the time is opening up, so we'll see! Thanks, MYv. It's always a pleasure watching people like you do what you do!
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Sorry for your loss, he looked like quite
a character.
I had just read where Danny Federici, original
keyboardist for the E Street Band passed away.
Seems the music world lost two great people......
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OMG... I think I'm getting old when E Street band members start to die. F**k... I don't feel old!
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I am sorry for the loss, but u have this picture u would not forget
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thank you. He had been ill and he was older so, not unexpected.
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they just do not make musicians like they used to
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It is really true. The one who died and this one ... and there were many others there too who could no longer manage to play.. well, they have a different look, a different feeling. Thanks for commenting.
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DRUM on your drums, batter on your banjoes, sob on the long cool winding saxophones.
Go to it, O jazzmen.
Sling your knuckles on the bottoms of the happy tin pans,
let your trombones ooze,
and go hushahusha-hush with the slippery
sand-paper.
Moan like an autumn wind high in the lonesome tree-tops,
moan soft like you wanted somebody terrible, cry like a racing car
slipping away from a motorcycle cop, bang-bang! you jazzmen, bang altogether drums, traps, banjoes,
horns, tin cansβmake two people fight on the top of a stairway
and scratch each otherβs eyes in a clinch
tumbling down the stairs.
Can the rough stuff β¦ now a Mississippi steamboat pushes up the night river with a hoo-hoo-hoo-oo β¦
and the green lanterns calling to the high soft stars β¦
a red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills β¦
go to it, O jazzmen.
I am sure you must know Carl Sandburg's poem - it always stirs emotion inside me - this is a wondeful image - thank you for it.
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I'd forgotten that poem! Wow...
You are so cool to remember it and put it up here for me.
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the image is so beautiful - it simply made it pop out into memory again...
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