[Dixielandjazz] Share the jazz!

[Jazzadvocate (Ron Gable)]

One of my readers sent this to me.

Night after night, the old man comes.  Nodding low, the music fills him.  Doesn't blow, no, but listens like nobody before or since.  Scotch and water, cap pulled way down, he's good to go.  Once he hears that mellow sax, doesn't need his cane--he's flyin'.  See him tap that foot, "Blue Train" in his veins.  Or give him a slow, rocking blues, and watch him close his eyes and shake his gray head, 'cause it's so sweet! he just doesn't know, he just doesn't know.  Every moment is the music, every waking moment, and you better believe it.  Play a tasty lick and watch him chuckle and reach for his drink.  The jazzman is pleased.  At home he is just a man, old and tired, surrounded by records and newspapers.  But at the clubs...  At set break, he holds court, and the band and the regulars rise from their tables or step down from the stage and come to him.  They pay respects, share a joke, have a drink--but mostly pay their respects.  And that's all he needs--that and the music.  King of the night, the jazzman smiles and nods.  -- By Duante Beddingfield

Thanks for supporting jazz,

Ronald L Gable
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