tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567168789336947243.post128751037390849634..comments2024-02-25T09:45:48.931-05:00Comments on Lally's Alley: HOMAGE TO HORACELallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05310472614196384595noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567168789336947243.post-58118761702176430082013-12-19T15:36:44.533-05:002013-12-19T15:36:44.533-05:00Lal--More outstanding Horace can be heard at YouTu...Lal--More outstanding Horace can be heard at YouTube on the Jazz Messengers' album, A Night At Birdland, especially in Horace's own composition, "Quicksilver," which also features amazing solos by Clifford Brown on trumpet and Lou Donaldson on alto.<br /> Bob B.Robert Bernernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567168789336947243.post-80887893522911772252013-12-19T12:08:48.032-05:002013-12-19T12:08:48.032-05:00no problem Bob, all relevant and a pleasure to rea...no problem Bob, all relevant and a pleasure to readLallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05310472614196384595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567168789336947243.post-54377890932219744732013-12-19T11:17:35.444-05:002013-12-19T11:17:35.444-05:00Glad to hear that one of my all-time favorites is ...Glad to hear that one of my all-time favorites is still with us. I still get out and play the album Tokyo Blues that I bought back in the early 60's and enjoy as much now as back then (despite all the scratches). And every time I hear the song Senor Blues (from a different album) it just cools me out.<br /><br />One thing that always saddens me is when I turn on an FM jazz station at night and they keep playing music by one certain individual and I figure, uh-oh, so and so must have died. And it's usually the case. <br /><br />But not always. Sorry to do this but here's an excerpt from a poem I wrote a few years ago which involves Jackie McLean. (The poem is called, "Life Is Strange, Weird & Creepy.)<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />I was at a friend's place<br />watching after his kids<br />because he was in the hospital.<br />I was sitting in the kitchen<br />writing poems on paper plates<br />because I couldn't find any paper<br />and I was listening to jazz on the FM radio.<br />They were playing without interruption<br />songs by Jackie McLean whom I love<br />& I thought, uh-oh, <br />the only time they do that<br />is when somebody has recently died.<br />Oh, no, I thought, not my Jackie!<br />Just then, something conked me on the head<br />& fell to the floor and smashed.<br />For no reason at all<br />the globe on the ceiling light<br />had come off as I was sitting under it.<br />Very strange. Very weird.<br />Maybe it was a sign from Jackie McLean<br />up in heaven<br />but the next day I found out<br />that he hadn't died at all.<br /><br />But that was several years ago<br />& now he actually is dead<br />which makes me sad.<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />True story. Sorry to be going on and on and sorry to foist any poetry on you or your readers. As a rule, I don't do that but in this case it seems germane. And I think I'm drinking too much coffee this morning.Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06296182103548628305noreply@blogger.com