Thursday, January 31, 2013

JaNuarY EarLy MoRniNg MooN kimberly ashby...

ShiNeS throuGh the EarLy LighT
The UnFiNiShed pAinTiNgs waiT
ThOuGhTs stiLL sLeePiNg

remembering Jack Stevens i miss him a lot...

lenny bruce (1925-1966)...

speaking savvy...

On the bay
Treehouses hills high places
Paintings of Miles, Paris France 10 cents a dance, Zinno
Hunter S.
Speaking savvy

Like shock! shock - waves

Wake up!
Lenny Bruce

Tuesday, January 29, 2013


"The trouble is, you think you have time." -Buddha

"The good times of today are the sad thoughts of tomorrow."
                                                                             -Bob Marley

Monday, January 28, 2013

marvelous marvin...

Sunday, January 27, 2013

for marvelous marvin hagler written may 1981...

At the end of Cape Cod Bay,
Tucked away with now the
Bustling, narrow streets,
Gulls, the houses and the shops
All close together,
Marvin is not alone,
But, he is.

Up front of the parade
He honors the City of Champions
Now one hundred years old,
Marvin and Pat and Goody say,
"Happy Centennial, Happy Day,"
The Champion is not alone,
But, he is.

Marvin is not alone,
People are plenty, the
Camp is downtown Saturday night,
Beside the pool the
Songs are sweet, it is busy,
Busy in the Inn, no, not alone,
But, he is.

Skipping, hitting, swimming,
Sparring in the night,
A nap, a thought, a prayer
In the day, having a meal
Of eggs, of fish,
The Champion is not alone,
But, he is.

In the morning a
Million pebbles of sand,
In the evening a
Million tears of sweat, the
Sweat and sand in the millions,
Marvin is not alone,
But, he is.

A phone call or two the
Night before the morning
Mail, later, jotting a card,
Answering a few, signing
For the fans, ever responding,
The Champion is not alone,
But, he is.

Marvin is not alone,
Goody is in the corner,
Pat is in there, too,
They chat, confide, laugh
a game of Hearts, map a
Plan of War, no, not alone,
But, he is.

The Champion is not alone,
Like none of us want
To be, or have to be;
He is with his hopes, and
Those he is hopeful for, the
Ones nearest to him, not alone,
But, he is.

As the days go ticking by
To the time and the stage,
Vito Antuofermo, Vito,
Be there on the 13th, Boston,
In the Garden ring, Vito,
Be there, then
The Champion is not alone.


love by lantern shine / karen mal...

Singer songwriter mandolinist Karen Mal has a new CD - songs of the 30s and 40s, standards in jazz.  Karen is a perfect voice for them.

Just the way the writers envisioned their songs being presented - I think.

The way June Christy would do.

And the band - Will Taylor; guitar, violin and viola.  And too, there's an upright bass, trumpet, clarinet and cello.  Interesting instrumentation - I think.


It's about corner Rexalls, soda fountains, jukeboxes, big band ballrooms, Roselands and Steinways.  Look up walkups window fronts violins and dance pavilions - Tin Pan Alley.

The trumpet evokes Harry James and Helen Forrest; the violin, Will Taylor and Karen Mal.

Lantern is a CD for those of us who have a love for classic standards, jazz standards, songbooks, road shows and otherwise.  Highly recommended.

Among the favorites on Lantern Shine is that jazz anthem, I Cover the Waterfront.  Of course.

Some of the others: Stars Fell on Alabama, The Very Thought of You, Dream a Little Dream, Pennies from Heaven - you get the gist.  Thirteen in all.

So, when everything about it makes sense, it's worth it - buy online at:

American Folklore Theater Love By Lantern Shine CD - Karen Mal
Karen Mal Love By Lantern Shine CD Baby Music Store

Originally from Connecticut, Karen lives and works in music town Austin, Texas.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

richard blanco inaugural poet...

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

mike levine jazz pianist miami...

"common sense is not so common." -Voltaire (1694-1778)...

for paul cezanne (1839-1906)...

At the table
Primrose and blue
And garniture
Ruffled sea, wings and drafts

After the day
Night blossoms stay
Leaf boats swim on the sky

Up to Scotland

for bob marley...

In a place
A warm breeze walking winding paths
Up the grassy hill
To the sea from the town
And its boats
And its stars
Gliding off to where to a place
And a pink house on a hill
A warm breeze walking winding paths
Up to it

bob marley (1945-1981)...

and in blue...

That train whistle
That boat whistle
Music on the lines of my yellow paper
In my red house
Scallop trim
Gold on green branch on blue I'm on the telephone
Over the ocean

Reading you

And In Blue
A flurry
Popcorn baseball games and jazz

Bob Marley
Jim Morrison
Chet Baker

Chet with his trumpet and voice

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

bulwarks of democracy...

Public Education and a Postal Service.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

a perfect poem for today or for any day by kimberly ashby...

another winter warm day
Melting tuNes in heR Brownstone
In the hEaRt of WinTeR

Friday, January 11, 2013

prince of bop...

a la kerouac...

In my medicine cabinet,
the winter fly stuck a post-it,
Gone surfing.

on sunny snow...

bare branches furl
on sunny snow -
April not yet.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

old poem...

Old poem:
in the willow.

Monday, January 7, 2013


Wednesday, January 2, 2013

lighthouse sketch...

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

boats out the window...

Boats out the window
Purple sea
And sail
Right turns and left turns
Rivers and railroads
To uh... uh...

To Scotland!

boats out the window sketch...

2013 !! wish...

Wish trumpets and saxophones
Keys and scales
Good friends and berry pails
Quiet walks

Thundering oceans
Quiet walks