Tom Simard

Poetry, Music, and Prose

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“‘Alabama’ is a composition written by John Coltrane that appears on his album Live at Birdland (1963). It was written in response to the 16th Street Baptist Church bombing on September 15, 1963, an attack by the Ku Klux Klan in Birmingham, Alabama that killed four girls.”

– Wikipedia entry for Alabama (John Coltrane song)

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Sketch 10: Notes

The poem from Watercolors this month is Notes.

The words came to me as I thought about my experience of listening to Miles Davis’ Sketches of Spain.

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Thanks are in order to Smaktakula for recommending this album to me.  Never having been a great fan of the trumpet, I found it nothing short of amazing to discover being swept away by the music.

I’ve only been to Spain twice, one time in Madrid, and the other in Barcelona.  But I have a great fondness for the country and language and would love to go south and visit Granada and Seville.

Have a listen:

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Number 20 in Jazz is John Coltrane’s Coltrane (1962 album).

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Number 19 in Jazz is Lester Young and Teddy Wilson’s Pres and Ted.

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Number 18 in Jazz is Art Tatum’s The Complete Pablo Group Masterpieces.

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Number 17 in Jazz is Bill Evans’ Explorations:

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Number 16 in Jazz is John Coltrane’s Coltrane’s Sound:

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Number 15 in Jazz is The Modern Jazz Quartet’s Pyramid:

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Number 14 in Jazz is the Oscar Peterson Trio’s Night Train:

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Number 13 in Jazz is Hank Mobley’s Soul Station:

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Number 12 in Classical is Beethoven’s Appasionata:

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Number 12 in Jazz is Hampton and Getz’s Hamp and Getz:

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Number 11 for Jazz is Bill Evans’ Sunday at the Village Vanguard:

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Number 10 in Jazz is John Coltrane’s Blue Train.

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Number 9 in Jazz is Sonny Rollins’ Saxophone Colossus.

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Number 8 in Jazz is Billie Holliday’s Commodore Master Takes.

The Prodigy

Although I sat in the back of my 10th grade typing class and in no way resembled whatever image if any is conjured up when the word typist comes to mind, my teacher was absolutely delighted to discover there was a prodigy in her midst.

I’ve always felt it some sort of cruel twist of fate to be so gifted at something that is valued so little.

Like so many others, I worked my way through university. (For some reason we have to pay for our education. Of course, every society has its priorities, and ours happens to be this.)  Anyway, I had any number of jobs throughout the many years from start to finish – a decade in total – one of the most frequent of which was as a typist. Every job interview began with disbelief and ended in wonder.

The IBM Selectric was the Stradivarius of typewriters (though I had great respect for the Olivetti).  A picture of my instrument:

Selectric(Photographer: Oliver Kurmis)

It was not my first typewriter. In fact it was never my typewriter. My dad had his own business, much of the time operating out of our basement, so I had access to it. In grad school I was fortunate to be able to rent one from the library.

 My first typewriter was a Smith Corona. It was as cheap as the Selectric was expensive so it’s probably not fair to complain that the keyboard was like playing

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instead of

Vibes_joelocke_koeln2007(Photographer: Nadja von Massow)

And while I always loved the sound of a typewriter forming words, others might prefer hearing the vibraphone, which I should add is a favorite instrument of mine.

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Number 7 in Jazz is Dexter Gordon’s Go.

Have a listen.

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Number 6 in Jazz is Bill Evans’ Portrait in Jazz.
Here’s one track.  Here’s the full album.

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Number 5 (Jazz) is Charlie Parker’s The Complete Savoy and Dial Studio Recordings (1944-1948).

Have a listen.

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Number 4 (Jazz) is John Coltrane’s Giant Steps.

Have a listen.

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Number 3 in Jazz is Thelonious Monk’s Monk’s Dream.

One track or all of them.

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Number 2 in Jazz is Bill Evans’ Waltz for Debby.

Here’s the title track.

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Number 1 on my jazz list is John Coltrane’s A Love Supreme.

Maggie’s Farm

As Dylan put it, “I got a head full of ideas/That are drivin’ me insane/It’s a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.”

I’ve scrubbed floors. It’s back-breaking work. (Caillebotte’s painting is of floor scraping, but one gets the idea.)

I’ve also worked on a farm and will confess it’s very hard work. Waking up early, one finds oneself in the back of a pickup driven down long dirt roads with others who are as half asleep as you are. As dawn breaks, fields appear in all directions. You’re handed a hoe and given brief instructions. At that time of the day, my head was hardly full of ideas, but I can say that my runny nose, itchy eyes, and constant sneezing nearly drove me insane. Years later when I subjected my back to a tic-tac-toe of pinpricks to see what I was allergic to, it ended up being just about everything. Jokingly, the allergy specialist remarked, “I hope you’re not interested in a job in the outdoors.”

Working on a farm is only one of many jobs I’ve had. When in the mood I might just list them like Whitman did but without so much panache.

During high school I was a dishwasher at a restaurant. Considering I could have asked my parents for money, and they would have happily obliged, it appears I was properly imbued with the work ethic. When I wasn’t slaving away rinsing plates or loading them into the huge machine that belched out steam, I had free rein of the soda pop dispenser, which meant I was constantly wired with all that sugar and caffeine running through my veins. I thought it was a great deal, but then again I was being paid $2.20 an hour. Please take my age into consideration.

One evening while waiting for the waitresses to bring me more plates, I was fooling around with the radio dial and chanced upon a silver-smooth voice introducing The Modern Jazz Quartet. Jazz was found in the most unlikely of places.

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