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On the Edge of JazzFest
Ernie November in the early days (Photo: Charles Luden)
(On Philosophers) (On Zealots)
Still Evokes A Memory
Saw BZ on bass at the Sunbird Lounge last night
Remember you on mandolin at the J&M years ago
So many nights between those events
Nations have born and died
But the power chord and
Slippery mojo workout remain
March 3, 2000
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Note: Larry the Z is Larry Zierath
BZ is Butch Zierath
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The above poem is a sequel to one in my first book Virgin Death published in 1977.
The poem is:
Larry The Z’s Mandolin Evokes A Memory
Your mandolin rings my ears
Like an old Gypsy dancer, once.
She came up and pinched me
Since we spoke not so much.
I remember her nervous hand
Which she probably didn’t want.
I don’t like selling naming rights for public places.
I don’t like changing street names or other place names.
A Bang Bang Morning Missive
I know you want to do the humpty dance, but can you?
If you ain’t strutting your stuff, what are you doing?
Last night did you go flyin’ without leaving the airport?
Now it’s morning and peaches are the breakfast fruit.
How did the rags get in the garbage without being used?
How did you polish that thing off standing alone by the window?
What did you mean when you said it’s not Christmas and it’s not cold?
Does that matter today if there’s no convertible waiting?
How old are you if you don’t remember the beast in the wagon?
Who are you?
Charles Luden • 3-14-15 • at Black Sheep
Early Morning Report
I just got a spam message from Dorothy Boom.
To avoid a real boom I deleted it unread like maybe blue.
Yep, it’s gone down some dark drain on my screen’s left.
Will never know Dorothy’s real noise or true color,
a special time perhaps missed only imagined.
Charles Luden • 03-28-15 • at Black Sheep
The beginning is where I began.