Some people read self help books, I just rely on CD case liners. This morning I was bringing in a couple of jazz CDs to duplicate for use by my wife in the van. My home CD burner sucks these days and soon I will get a new computer.
Liner wisdom - one gleaned lyrics and the other a quote in the liner notes.
Take Love Easy
Easy
Easy
Take love easy, easy easy
Never let your feelings show
Make it breezy, breezy breezy
Easy come and easy go
Never smile too brightly brightly
When your heart is riding high
Let your heart break, oh so slightly
When your baby says goodbye
That well known flame is mighty hot
As all of us have learned
So handle it with velvet gloves
And you won't get your fingers burned
Take love easy, easy
On the free and easy plan
And if you can't take it easy
Take it easy as you can
Take love easy, easy
Never let your feelings show
Make it breezy, breezy, easy
Easy, easy come and easy go
Never smile too brightly brightly
When your heart is riding high
Let your heart break, oh so slightly
When your baby says goodbye
That well known flame is mighty hot
As all of us have learned
So handle it, handle it with velvet gloves
And you won't get your fingers burned
Take love easy, easy easy
On the free and easy plan
And if you can't take it easy
Take it easy as you can
Take it easy
Take it easy
Take it easy, take it easy, take it easy, take it easy
Thank, Ella. I had needed this advice since I reached puberty. I wished I had done this and also bought Microsoft stock early on.
The other pearl concerns two jazz musicians Gerry Mulligan and Chet Baker about to play Carnegie Hall in 1974. Each did their own set and the two were to complete the concert together. It was along awaited reunion and it was also Carnegie Hall.
"Chet is inclined to worry more than Gerry. After Baker's set with his quintet, he confided to Mulligan backstage:
"I didn't feel comfortable."
"You're not supposed to feel comfortable," Mulligan grinned."
Have to remember that. Very important. Thanks, Gerry. And, Chet, I too worry. More worry than hurry, here.
Another random lucid thought from my commute was gleaned from a newspaper review about a PBS show about baby boomers which might air tonight. I am one - a 50's baby - not at the back cusp of the generation, but far enough on line that I followed rather than led from the nineteen sixties until today. For example, I bought my house after prices went up significantly.
The review observation concerned how boomers are now beginning to comprehend the difference between "success" and "significance" as it applies to their lives. This is something to think about. To focus on what is significant.
My last comment today concerns the first thought that crossed my mind as I walked towards the train station. Lately I have been listening for birds and today I heard on my block the invasive roar of a gasoline grass blower - the type of blower that is used by lawn services to somehow make grass clippings disappear from this polluted earth (or at least disappear from their client's manicured property).
One was blowing loudly this AM, my first of 2007, and it heralded the long french kiss that will be summer. So I thought - these blowers are noisy but magical - I need one that can go into my mind and clear all the hubris. A miracle whirlwind that leaves my mind neat and clear and free of a few little obsessions. Something to help me toss out all cut mental clippings. I can stand the noise. Once a week all summer, if necessary. Twice a week if it rains a lot. Rain or tears, I guess.
I do need some changes, no? Who does not? Only in the burbs could this blower thought have come to me. Never, ever while I was living near Gramercy Park looking down at the occasional crack vile on the sidewalk.
Just to throw in a non sequitor, in tennis one always has to change a losing game. One should never change a winning game. If I ever record a CD, I will put that advice in my liner notes. Have to figure out the score and determine what I should do. How t start a rally.
In life sometimes I think it is 40-Love and I am receiving serve and I am down five games and two sets. Maybe it is significant that I am playing. More important than the score?
Oh, well. Oh, hell. Take care.
Always. Everyday.
1 comment:
that great picture's of white tree
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