A Love of Jazz - Nov 7 2022

 

A Love of Jazz

Nov 7 2022

We shared a love of jazz.

Our relationship

like the players

improvised;

we knew where we hoped it would go,

but were happy to play it by ear

on the way there.

And how carefully we listened,

hearing each other out

speaking openly.

Like those virtuoso solos

when a single instrument

takes centre stage;

like the jazz musician's

call-and-response

and precisely cocked ear.

For me, I imagine stand-up bass,

a big steady piece

a background player,

keeping time

with a deep resonant voice

you feel as much as hear.

While she was the smooth sweet sound

of a sax;

all sexy curves and gleaming brass,

bending notes

with her firm wet lips

and powerful tongue.

But what I truly love

is when the musicians show restraint;

not the speed and complexity

of a show-stopping number,

but the pure distilled sound

of a slow ballad,

performed as if

there was all time in the world,

and with enough space

and frugal orchestration

to easily lose oneself.

Just as we gave space;

not trying to change the other

into someone they're not.

And what's the rush

when something's sure to last?

I picture us

in an intimate club

in smoky darkness

at a small table for two.

On the slightly raised stage

under hot overhead lights

sweat is glistening on the faces

of the self-assured players,

who always look cool

no matter what.

There's a distant look in their eyes,

so fully immersed

they seem oblivious

to the people out there.

And, as if by muscle memory

they make it seem effortless;

all nimble hands and puckered lips

and long controlled breaths.

They hold their instruments

as if they know them by heart;

drumsticks a blur,

the flashy brash

and burnished wood

so easy in their hands.

Jazz musicians,

making music

as if they were making love.

Like we once did

and wish we still could.