I know they were not “young” (in physical terms) but..
(all I can say is *F___
– the year is already costing …
, or perhaps it’s but the burden of time, i know not..)
As I calmly realized the year (in what much of the planet, in it’s elliptic voyage around our star, consideres an end and a beginning)
changed its numeric name,
I came upon the news of one master of masters leaving this realm, and thought – no.
no, i shall not begin the year in my blog with an absence; and no,
i shall not be adding to the shower of posts regarding his leaving (which i obviously find just, natural, and “correct” (if you will) but always seem to, more often as time passes –
(“as time passes”, now there’s a concept that leaves me evermore bewildered..) leave me at want for more of it while they live (at least on my part)
– but such is a burden of one who forgets they are of skin and bone, and like us – mortal..
One leaves it for yet another rainy day because the sky is dark, the dog is barking, the dishes are piling, the belly is hurting, the baby is crying, the ice is melting..
( oh F___.).
Thoughts within thoughts, within thoughts, like a Russian matryoshka doll.. as one sets forth to write and not be able to turn time enough, just enough to say “hello – i’m here. i see you. you make me smile..”
- and now………….. and now,
within a hiccup of time, Boulez……..
(write, you silly creature. – who me?
– no, the Easter Bunny.
– but what can I say now?
– you waited, your problem. / get on with it.
– but it’s the first thing i write – in the year
– when one hopes for hope, and… (ok – i see it.., i think).
– what do you mean first thing > in the year? ummmm, how many circles – one? two? two and a half? three-quarters? (of who’s math?)
– ok – stop being a wiseguy..
– wiseguy? ..but i’m a girl
– ugh, it’s a figure of speech, you ninny. one more wisecrack like that and i’ll put you into detention, nose to the wall, dunce-cap on..)
I’m so sorry, Paul, and Pierre, you deserve so much more..
from someone who has revelled in your work, and your work upon – and within – others i revel in and cherish so much (who, as you, also worked upon me)
What can I say, indeed?
My heart goes out to your (pertaining to the both of you)
loved ones, as it does to all of us whom you have touched..
- (the first publication i saw regarding the sad news of P. Bley – Ottawa Citizen – site – article Jan. 5)
- (regarding P. Boulez – i received by phone, today)
Please excuse me as I go somewhere (to a piece) that is neither of their’s but, nevertheless, takes me to both and to a part of me…
(also – I haven’t forgotten that one of them performed in the unit’s first recording, prior to this)
(on this day – I needed to hear this.. to re-hear it, I mean)
Yes, it would not seem right to not place a few things – out a large body of work by, or about, either.
(it’s always so very difficult to choose, when there is so much to choose from – and it saddens me to write this post about either)
- – and now I leave blessings, many blessings to whomsoever reads this, for the year that is new (and despite the heavy tone of this post).
…… because somethings are eternal.
– your sweet voice is proof.
January 25, 1938 – January 20, 2012
Tomorrow at 10pm / Amanhã às 22h
Location / Morada
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* Rua Afonso de Albuquerque, 255, 2765-515 São Pedro do Estoril, Portugal
Phone (Portugal * 351)
218 267 748 / 917 647 300
Jazz / Blues
Guida Costa (Margarida) – voz & trombone de varas
Rodrigo Santoanastácio – guitarra
Zeca Neves – baixo/contrabaixo
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OU – aqui no ‘mapa’ .