Saturday, January 30, 2010

Ralph: You would have loved the Al Di Meola concert last night

You would have loved the Al Di Meola concert, Ralph. His group played at the Count Basie Theater in Red Bank, New Jersey. It was part of his tour called, "World Sinfonia."

Taylor Eigsti opened for Al. He's an extraordinary pianist. I thought of you when he debuted a newly discovered John Coltrane piece. He had gotten permission to play from Coltrane's son, Ravi. The piece brought me back to Coltrane's "A Love Supreme," which you introduced me to so many years ago. Eigsti's fingers danced on the grand piano keyboard. I loved it. I remember how you would be so caught up in such musical genius that you would leap from your seat. You would have leapt last night not only for Eigsti's virtuoso piano playing but for Al's guitar work.

If Taylor Eigsti's fingers dance on the keyboard, Al Di Meola's surely dance on the neck of his guitar, whether acoustic or electric. Al surrounded himself with great musicians from Italy, Cuba. Fausto Beccalossi played accordion. Among the many pieces were one from Astor Piazzola whom he attributed as a great influence over the past 20 years. Piazzola was Argentine and perhaps the greatest Tango composer of the 20th century.

Al paid tribute to his guitar teacher from Bergenfield, NJ where he grew up. The audience gave the teacher a standing ovation. You would have loved it.

Ralph: You would have loved the Al Di Meola concert last night

You would have loved the Al Di Meola concert, Ralph. His group played at the Count Basie Theater in Red Bank, New Jersey. It was part of his tour called, "World Sinfonia."

Taylor Eigsti opened for Al. He's an extraordinary pianist. I thought of you when he debuted a newly discovered John Coltrane piece. He had gotten permission to play from Coltrane's son, Ravi. The piece brought me back to Coltrane's "A Love Supreme," which you introduced me to so many years ago. Eigsti's fingers danced on the grand piano keyboard. I loved it. I remember how you would be so caught up in such musical genius that you would leap from your seat. You would have leapt last night not only for Eigsti's virtuoso piano playing but for Al's guitar work.

If Taylor Eigsti's fingers dance on the keyboard, Al Di Meola's surely dance on the neck of his guitar, whether acoustic or electric. Al surrounded himself with great musicians from Italy, Cuba. Fausto Beccalossi played accordion. Among the many pieces were one from Astor Piazzola whom he attributed as a great influence over the past 20 years. Piazzola was Argentine and perhaps the greatest Tango composer of the 20th century.

Al paid tribute to his guitar teacher from Bergenfield, NJ where he grew up. The audience gave the teacher a standing ovation. You would have loved it.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

A Tribute to a Friend: Robert Jay Kaufman

A week ago yesterday (Friday, January 15, 2010), I spoke at the memorial service for my dear, life-long, friend, Robert Jay Kaufman, who died on January 8th at the age of 58. I concluded my remarks with the following verses.

This soul friend
This friend of the soul

One with whom years could go by
And yet with one call,
One hint of a conversation
Pick up as if we had talked
Yesterday afternoon.

Trust
Belief in one another
Unafraid to disagree
or challenge
or encourage
Proud to be a friend

This soul friend
This friend of the soul

Conversations
rich, open conversations
on a train from Chatham to New York
at 12 years old
or at Yankee Stadium celebrating the day
they held for the Mick
or listening to the James Cotton Blues Band
on the campus of Tufts University
Driving from Florida to New Jersey
in the parent’s new Mercedes
Seeing Man of La Mancha from the upper, rear balcony.

What wonderful conversations with this soul friend
This friend of the soul

Few things last a lifetime
when they do
it is a gift
I am so thankful,
so grateful
for
This soul friend
This friend of the soul

This gift.

Thank you, Rob

A Tribute to a Friend: Robert Jay Kaufman

A week ago yesterday (Friday, January 15, 2010), I spoke at the memorial service for my dear, life-long, friend, Robert Jay Kaufman, who died on January 8th at the age of 58. I concluded my remarks with the following verses.

This soul friend
This friend of the soul

One with whom years could go by
And yet with one call,
One hint of a conversation
Pick up as if we had talked
Yesterday afternoon.

Trust
Belief in one another
Unafraid to disagree
or challenge
or encourage
Proud to be a friend

This soul friend
This friend of the soul

Conversations
rich, open conversations
on a train from Chatham to New York
at 12 years old
or at Yankee Stadium celebrating the day
they held for the Mick
or listening to the James Cotton Blues Band
on the campus of Tufts University
Driving from Florida to New Jersey
in the parent’s new Mercedes
Seeing Man of La Mancha from the upper, rear balcony.

What wonderful conversations with this soul friend
This friend of the soul

Few things last a lifetime
when they do
it is a gift
I am so thankful,
so grateful
for
This soul friend
This friend of the soul

This gift.

Thank you, Rob