Good minus 35 C Morning!
Here's to dry firewood, cedar kindling and empty pasta boxes to start a fire atop last night's hot coals on a chill morning for a beloved, drafty log home..
Taking stock from yesterday:
Hamburg called in the morning, so 90 minutes later I am behind my self inflicted schedule, but so wonderful to catch up with family! Life happens. Meals need be prepared, daily chores tended to.. although wouldn't it be nice to just create without responsibilities knocking..? I am grateful. My better half Jeff is very supportive. Being a writer himself, he understands the importance of private time.
On Day 2 ample time was spent doing piano work, which allowed me to 'get in the zone', connecting for the first time head and fingers to create the skeleton for a tune, written with an old friend in mind who passed away unexpectedly last November. Tom was the ultimate Jazz connoisseur, listener, audience, critique and icon at Jazz Matinee, no matter where it took place in Sault Ste Marie throughout the past decades... I called on his long time friend Ron to remind me what his favourite drink was, and a few other details which I weaved into the lyrics of the song skeleton. So, on Day 3, trying to trade perfection for authenticity, I recorded the very first take of 'Here comes Tom' ~ accompanied by very basic guitar, amplified by our very trusty Fender Acoustasonic - 30, for both mic & guitar ~ with ye olde IPhone5 and converted from Mp4 to WAV to be added to today's page. Channeling a basic blues with Bessie Smith in mind.. So here's the raw debut, just for you!! Raise a glass of Rum and Pepsi with a twist of lime for Tom, will ya?
Here comes Tom (Wyatt) by Britta Wolfert 2021-02-08
Look out here comes Tom 4x Strike up the Jazz, play Honeysuckle Rose Look out, here comes Tom
Same table same night It has got to be right When Tom walks through that door
He wears his Fedora Come hell or high water There ain’t no need to be more
He’s a sophisticated man A Jazz music fan And moving swiftly - on the dance floor
Diet Pepsi and Rum And a twist of lime Makes Tom quite happy and fine
He needs no invitation To show up at the station His seat in front of the stage
Jazz Matinee will miss him Now who will be listening? Tom has left and turned the page
He’s bought a ticket to the moon Carrying a tune Tom you’re much too sublime...