Tho I sit in silence Those tunes play on Imprinted on brain cells Hum every dawn Remembering A love now gone Yet hanging on In passionate song.
The substitute symbol Of what we'd found Fills the heart with joy. Tho the actual gone The recollection lingers In jazzy songs Overwhelming the heart with Beautiful tunes As your energy surrounds Every thought I own.
I love jazz because next to my kids, it's the love of my life.
I was first exposed to jazz by Joe Rico from a tiny station in Niagara Falls in 1954 when I was 13.
The best show I ever attended was Maynard Ferguson who blew the roof off Massey Hall in the late 50s.
My advice to new listeners is to listen to everything you can and then listen again.