Happy Father’s Day! I wrote this poem to honor and tribute the first man I ever loved. He was complicated, dedicated and brimmed with tough love. I now understand that it was a blessing in disguise. I have always been a poet and artist at heart. I thought he didn’t want me to go into a creative life. Now when looking back I realize that if writing and being an artist meant that I was willing to devote my life to it completely and especially when it came to facing the hour of the wolf I would not to succumb to giving up but to surrender and face the harsh reality that it is my soul’s purpose and must push on past it no matter what….What about you? Is there someone special in your life that made such an impact? I have included my favorite song besides the one he wrote for me is The Shadow of Your Smile performed by Dizzy Gillespie and the Monterey Jazz Festival in 1965 in my memoir. Although Dizzy and Lorraine didn’t have any children, he considered all young people as his Love Children…Best wishes, have a great day! Peace and Love JBC 😎
Thank you for the lessons on life in 1965 where you created a phenomenal year of Jazz from the Monterey Jazz Festival to the Grand Opening of the Music Center in L.A. Thank you for the song you wrote for me…when I was three years old.
I.
I learned that timing is critical in jazz as in life,
Knowing when to stop, start, step it up, slow it down
and more so important is learning how to wait thru the strife.
Jazz harmony a theory and practice of changing dominant and tonic chords,
where major and minor share the same syncopated space in a timeless bond…
Progressions depart in thirds and stacked fourths
favoring harmonic progressions where tensions are in intervals of 9ths, 11ths, or 13ths abound.
II.
I learned that the search for meaning, intentions and having the blues
is about finding your truth and appreciating a life of humility
‘cause the universe is misting the air with valuable truths
Living in the essence of a universal tranquility.
where cadance and notes are window dressing, a façade creates
by listening to the spoken word filled with harmonic intent
of the path and choices you debate.
Play it slant is the message best heard in the evening.
III.
I learned that being different is the integral part of the master plan
pressing forward seeing how far you can reach
harmonies in real-time, flowing and ebbing broadening the span
of improvisational context is what matters in all you teach.
IV.
I learned that playing jazz has four elements
broadening your words and expressing every letter
in a charismatic way to enhance
finding your intentions and mixing all them together.
where freedom and coordination learn how to really dance.
V.
Jazz has the power to go deep within,
having a relationship with you as next of kin
Surpassing arrogance into a love of the sound of spoken words
sharing that experience with others is where you begin.
VI,
I learned that I was saved by jazz
healing my soul and my body from within
thru life’s trials and tribulations to
finding peace on earth that is filled with
the promise of words and life dancing with joyous jubilation!
A Love so Supreme….Your Daughter
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what a meaningful post with such wonderful words and such an inspiration to creative artists everywhere. well done JBC! have a nice weekend – and happy father’s day to all the dads.
~y.
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Thank you! Happy Father;s Day to everyone everywhere! Have a wonderful weekend as well, JBC 😎
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Simply beautiful. <3.
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Smiles!!! JBC 😎
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What a beautiful post. Both of my parents taught me to love jazz. My father was a singer with an Army jazz band toward the end of World War II. When I was growing up in the 1950s, he would walk around our house singing songs I now know were written by your father.
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Hey, you sure you didn’t grow up with me? I think it is the power of my young life living a jazz metaphorical style that not only gives me comfort but a joyous feeling I can refer to when times seemed so hard when dealing with breast cancer and the permanent changes I am living with. Peace Out! JBC 😎
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A marvellous tribute to the Dad who helped and shaped your talents. He lives on in you.
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You are so right. Oringinally I thought he didn’t want me to go in that direction, but, when I read a note that he nestled into my guitar case with all of my poems I realized he was letting me experience the harsh reality and to not give up! Thanks for your insight. JNC 😎
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and my father died more than a decade ago. he was the one who taught me to love jazz. what a wonderful post ) beth
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Thank you so very much. Have an awesome day, I now prefer to Celebrate as opposed to morn his passing because I know he is in a better place with my mom! JBC 😎
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and i have the same approach )
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Hooray! Take care 😎
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Loved this. My dad died yesterday. Enjoyed reading this.
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My sincere condolences. My dad died May 26th 1994. Take care, JBC 😎
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