Posey To LAF

February 08, 2010

On more occasions that one can count, jams have been a part of mmy DNA. I’ll go beyond any lengths within or without what would be considered humanly possible or sometimes insane to find a jam. If it’s possible and especially if there is a drummset anywhere in the vicinity, they’ll be one pole of a magnet I'd be attracted to; like peanut and butter, apple and pie, earth and sky, body and sole.

Needless to say this has led to what can be, several volumes of books when within the pages would be written stories surrounding every single one of them. I can’t tell you how many times a jam was discovered let alone a drummset to pound on in mmy usual quest to touch tubs with sticks. I’ve amazed a few people as well as mmyself when finding a drummset on a hunch or a guess.

One time when living near Santa Cruz, California, I was walking with a friend on a back country road when on our right a house built like a geodesic dome appeared. The 25 foot diameter structure was covered with cedar shake shingles and located at the end of a few hundred foot walk. At the end of the walk sat the dome built right next to a two story house. I told mmy walking friend while never being in that area before that there was a drummset in that dome.

So yes, you guessed it. We had to walk or trespass on that property to find out if in fact it was correct in what I had thought not an assumption. We walked up slowly. There were no gates to stop our interest on the gut feeling. No dogs?

MMined you, vicious dogs are always in the MMicks when doing this stuff so we were well aware of the closest way up and over. The long, wide driveway had a four foot fence on either side. A dog on either side as well as the driveway itself running towards us with growls and snarls would definitely have caught us like goats stranded on the pinnacle while begging for help with high pitched yelps.

Fortunately for us there was no such thing. Arriving at and in front of the house a ton of children’s toys was strewn around like many presents imaginable opened the day after Christmas. We thought the place to be occupied so I knocked on the door to ask permission to affirm the dome feeling. No one was home; at least no one answered the door or our yells of is anybody home; none.

After waiting for about three or four minutes we gathered no one was home. At that point I asked the walking friend to go up the five or six steps of the dome built off the ground and to peek inside. The door was halfway open but it was too high off the ground to see the interior. Besides it was very sunny outside which made the inside of the dome a little dark. So the friend who is a seven degree black belt and not afraid of most things that move and some that don’t, smiled and walked up the short stairs; mind and body ready with a Ninja pose.

When he stepped to the top landing he peeked inside. Like a true Ninja he waited for his eyes to acclimate. Looking around for less than two seconds turned to mme with a big smile and said there was nothing inside. It was empty.

Empty? I asked. Yup, it’s pretty empty, was his reply; but there’s really only one thing in here he told mme… and what is that? I asked. He directed mme to come up to take a gander. Before I could reach the top of the stairs he said, there’s a full drumm set with everything including cymbals, sticks and a seat. Of course we stayed a little longer to enjoy a meeting of kicks, wild sticks to skins and mettle.

Another time that happened was on the east coast. A new relative brought mme to what he thought was going to be a surprise. As we drove up, while still sitting in the car, I guessed it. I’mm bicoastal when it comes to drumm a we’re nest.

In any case, this particular jam, of which the following words were inspired, happened on the east coast of the U.S. of A.; New York City to be exact. A free jazz trio of buddies got together for the occasion of fun and to answer a request to listen from yours truly. Yes, it was fun and a good listen when not taking the option of playing but just to compose this:

Posey to L.A. F.

Housin’ at the jam
Drummer’s groove in hand
Lou wiz shop in textures
Hearts drive all the band

Franisois rumbles slowly
Nothin’ else to prove
Guitar is heightened melodies
Harmoniarian all out dudes

Colours of the ups ‘n downs
Back ‘n forth in toe
Listen scenes of hear ‘n now
Energy praise as mmusic goes

Mother’s milk in ten din seize
Left to write won glow
Bass electric moods in ease
Power down end, the flow

Spirit sounds to razor rings
Tap at heaven’s pour
Clouds ‘n purple scatter flings
Change pulls up the floor

Spaced in timin’ – laid to crest
Freedom’s wrestle winks
Phew moor times together now
The boys fly - on the brink.