“Charlie Parker looked like Buddha”: parola di Jack Kerouac
“Charlie Parker looked like Buddha”: parola di Jack Kerouac
29 AGOSTO 1920 – Nasce il sassofonista jazz Charlie “Bird” Parker.
Per festeggiare il suo compleanno, vi propongo questo clip registrato a metà anni ’50, poco dopo la sua morte, in cui Jack Kerouac tesse le sue lodi e parla del suo amore per lui:
Charlie Parker looked like Buddha.
Charlie Parker who recently died laughing at a juggler on TV
after weeks of strain and sickness
was called the perfect musician
and his expression on his face
was as calm beautiful and profund
as the image of the Buddha
represented in the East — the lidded eyes
the expression that says: all is well.
Charlie Parker who recently died laughing at a juggler on TV
after weeks of strain and sickness
was called the perfect musician
and his expression on his face
was as calm beautiful and profund
as the image of the Buddha
represented in the East — the lidded eyes
the expression that says: all is well.
This was what Charlie Parker said when he played: all is well.
You had the feeling of early-in-the-morning
like a hemit’s joy
or like the perfect cry of some wild gang at a jam session
Wail! Whap!
Charlie burst his lungs to reach
the speed of what the speedsters wanted
and what they wanted was his eternal slowdown.
A great musician
and a great creador of forms
that ultimately find expression
in mores and what-have-you.
You had the feeling of early-in-the-morning
like a hemit’s joy
or like the perfect cry of some wild gang at a jam session
Wail! Whap!
Charlie burst his lungs to reach
the speed of what the speedsters wanted
and what they wanted was his eternal slowdown.
A great musician
and a great creador of forms
that ultimately find expression
in mores and what-have-you.
Musically as important as Beethoven
yet not regarded as such at all
a genteel conductor of string orchestras
in front of wich he stood proud and calm
like a leader of music in the great historie Worldnight
and wailed his little saxophone
the alto
with piercing, clear lament
in perfect tune and shining harmony
Toot!
As listeners reacted
without showing it
and began talking
and soon the whole joint is docking and talking
and everybody talking —
and Charlie Parker
whistling them on to the brink of eternity
with his Irish St. Patrick Patootlestick.
And like the holy mists
we blop and we plop
in the waters of slaughter and white meat —
and die
one after one
in Time.
And how sweet a story it is
yet not regarded as such at all
a genteel conductor of string orchestras
in front of wich he stood proud and calm
like a leader of music in the great historie Worldnight
and wailed his little saxophone
the alto
with piercing, clear lament
in perfect tune and shining harmony
Toot!
As listeners reacted
without showing it
and began talking
and soon the whole joint is docking and talking
and everybody talking —
and Charlie Parker
whistling them on to the brink of eternity
with his Irish St. Patrick Patootlestick.
And like the holy mists
we blop and we plop
in the waters of slaughter and white meat —
and die
one after one
in Time.
And how sweet a story it is
when you hear Charlie Parker tell it
either on records or at sessions
or at official bits in clubs
(shots in the arm for the wallet).
Gleefully he whistled the perfect horn
anyhow made no difference…
Charlie Parker forgive me.
Forgive me for not answering your eyes.
For not having made an indication
of that which you can devise.
Charlie Parker pray for me.
Pray for me and everybody.
either on records or at sessions
or at official bits in clubs
(shots in the arm for the wallet).
Gleefully he whistled the perfect horn
anyhow made no difference…
Charlie Parker forgive me.
Forgive me for not answering your eyes.
For not having made an indication
of that which you can devise.
Charlie Parker pray for me.
Pray for me and everybody.
In the Nirvanas of your brain
where you hide —
indulgent and huge —
no longer Charlie Parker
but the secret unsayable Name
that carries with it
merit not-to-be-measured
from here to up down east or west.
Charlie Parker
lay the bane off me
…and everybody.
where you hide —
indulgent and huge —
no longer Charlie Parker
but the secret unsayable Name
that carries with it
merit not-to-be-measured
from here to up down east or west.
Charlie Parker
lay the bane off me
…and everybody.
Tagged as jazz
Pubblicato il: 29/08/2019 da Skatèna
