Thanks for that response Sheila! Much appreciated.
Andrew
On 1 June 2017 at 01:05, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Andrew, very real and activates so many memories in a vivid way with all
> the senses running.
>
> On Wed, May 31, 2017 at 7:52 AM, Andrew Burke <[log in to unmask]>
> wrote:
>
> > Hey, Doug, I had a similar 'haibun' thought myself - so I shall give it a
> > shot.
> >
> > Patrick - some parts colourful, some parts stupid and some parts sad. My
> > life story could be interesting if I had the energy left to write it!
> >
> > Thanks, Bill - a touching moment for sure! I still know that girl/woman.
> >
> > Any further comments?
> >
> >
> > Andrew
> >
> > On 31 May 2017 at 22:45, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> >
> > > The memories emerge, the stories you recall about what happened to you
> > > then, & they’re good ones (making clear how memory is a form of
> > > story-telling to the self), Andrew.
> > >
> > > I think you come close to making a kind of haibun with the first one
> > > ending with those song phrases, & perhaps attempting something along
> > those
> > > lines would tighten the memories even further?
> > >
> > > (also, that stand by the bandstand?)
> > >
> > > Doug
> > > > On May 31, 2017, at 6:51 AM, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]>
> > > wrote:
> > > >
> > > > Like particularly the realisation of head on shoulder, Andrew.
> > > >
> > > > Bill
> > > >
> > > > On Wed, 31 May 2017 at 9:49 pm, Patrick McManus <
> > > > [log in to unmask]> wrote:
> > > >
> > > >> Andrew thanks for those glimpses your youth seems to be more
> colourful
> > > >> than mine!!!
> > > >>
> > > >>
> > > >> On 31/05/2017 11:23, Andrew Burke wrote:
> > > >>> ~
> > > >>>
> > > >>> Someone back then called her my ‘jazz chick’ – I was in the last
> year
> > > of
> > > >>> school and she worked at some clerical job, studying Italian at
> night
> > > >>> school to advance herself. We met at *Dixie for Dancing *at the
> > > Claremont
> > > >>> Football Club where the Riverside Jazz Band played Dixieland and
> > > quieter
> > > >>> dance tunes. St Louis Blues was always a favourite, trumpet in
> Joshua
> > > Fit
> > > >>> the Battle of Jericho, the growling trombone on Tiger Rag, and Mama
> > > Don’t
> > > >>> Allow where all the band members played a short solo. I’d buy my
> > ticket
> > > >> off
> > > >>> Heidi at the door (the pianist’s wife), stand at the side of the
> band
> > > >>> stand, listening to the band and watching the drummer, until the
> last
> > > >>> couple of numbers for the night when I would suddenly realise what
> I
> > > was
> > > >>> there for – and go to ask - shyly and awkwardly – a girl to
> dance. A
> > > >> turn
> > > >>> down would finish the night for me! But an acceptance would mean
> > > holding
> > > >> a
> > > >>> girl in my arms, making small talk, telling lies (who’s going to
> > admit
> > > >>> still being at school) and, palm sweating, trying to move my feet
> in
> > an
> > > >>> acceptable dance-like fashion. Ah, the nerves were at fever pitch!
> > > >>>
> > > >>> I don’t remember the first dance with my Jazz Chick. I remember we
> > met
> > > >>> again the second week, and at last she rested her head on my
> shoulder
> > > as
> > > >> we
> > > >>> danced under dim light at the end of the night. Oh such small steps
> > to
> > > a
> > > >>> passionate romance! The music soon faded into the background and
> > Friday
> > > >>> nights became a red hot date with long kisses and much groping and
> > > >>> passionate expressions of love on the back seat of my mother’s
> car. I
> > > >>> learnt the intricacies of bra backs and suspender belts clipping on
> > to
> > > >>> stocking tops more than paradiddles and trading eights!
> > > >>>
> > > >>> *Mama don't 'low no shimmy-shakin' here.*
> > > >>>
> > > >>> *You can't shake your shimmy, shake some'n' else.*
> > > >>>
> > > >>> -
> > > >>>
> > > >>> *Washboard Sam*
> > > >>>
> > > >>> ~
> > > >>>
> > > >>> Language keeps changing and growing. As does jazz. As do we. I
> > wandered
> > > >> to
> > > >>> Sydney and back over a couple of years, frequented El Rocco when I
> > was
> > > >>> there – and then returned to Perth, looking for a jazz club. I
> found
> > > The
> > > >>> Hole in the Wall Jazz Club which was linked to the theatre of the
> > same
> > > >>> name. It was a key club which played recorded jazz during the week
> > and
> > > >> live
> > > >>> jazz on weekends. I found it and stayed! Each night I was there,
> > > drinking
> > > >>> booze and listening to a rich assortment of jazz styles – MJQ,
> Miles
> > > >> Davis,
> > > >>> Bill Evans, Mose Allison, Coltrane … on Friday nights it was
> mainly a
> > > >> solo
> > > >>> pianist; Saturday a house trio with sit-ins from all the clubs
> around
> > > >> town
> > > >>> as the musos finished work and looked for somewhere to jam; Sunday
> > > night
> > > >>> developed into home night for the Keith Stirling Quintet or Sextet
> > > >> playing
> > > >>> the latest developments in jazz. It was home away from home for me
> > and
> > > I
> > > >>> spent every night there until they closed in the wee small hours of
> > the
> > > >>> morning.
> > > >>>
> > > >>> One night the owners of the club asked me to meet them the
> following
> > > >> night,
> > > >>> alone, earlier than usual. I turned up, a little nervous – alone
> > > (without
> > > >>> my girlfriend who I had met there). The guys sat me down, put on
> some
> > > >> cool
> > > >>> jazz, and faced me. “Do you want some tea?’ One of them asked, and
> I
> > > >>> swiftly replied, ‘No thanks, I’ll have coffee.’ ‘Not that kind of
> > tea,
> > > >> you
> > > >>> idiot - *tea* you smoke.’ Ah, marijuana. I had read enough jazz
> > > magazines
> > > >>> and poetry and novels to know exactly want they meant. And it was
> > cool
> > > to
> > > >>> be offered some tea – so I accepted. So I was accepted into a
> little
> > > >> clique
> > > >>> who imported weed and hash – plus some cheap lines of watches,
> > perfumes
> > > >> etc
> > > >>> – from Asia. We had our in-group secrets and our own jokes and
> > lingo. I
> > > >> was
> > > >>> home *further* away from home in what I believed was a true jazz
> > world.
> > > >>>
> > > >>>
> > > >>>
> > > >>> Andrew
> > > >>> http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> > > >>> Books available through Walleah Press
> > > >>> http://walleahpress.com.au
> > > >>
> > >
> > > Douglas Barbour
> > > [log in to unmask]
> > > https://eclecticruckus.wordpress.com/
> > >
> > > Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations &
> Continuations
> > > 2 (UofAPress).
> > > Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
> > > Listen. If (UofAPress):
> > >
> > > I go down to the Twilight Arcade
> > > and watch the Martian invaders,
> > > already appalled by our language,
> > > pointing at what they want.
> > >
> > > Bill Manhire
> > >
> >
> >
> >
> > --
> > Andrew
> > http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> > Books available through Walleah Press
> > http://walleahpress.com.au
> >
>
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Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
Books available through Walleah Press
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