FOWC with Fandango: Jazz

I am a rare visitor here, although I very much enjoy these challenges, but no longer have the time for everything. However, when I saw the title here I had to join. My husband, commonly known as Mr. Swiss, is the drummer in this band. He is a 100% jazzer and although I was always a jazz fan, his music was jazz and played for many years, amateur of course, with various local groups.

My husband is now 82 years old and is now in a senior home. Of course he no longer plays his beloved drums, but they are in the hobby room in my house. Perhaps they might form a band once in his home, who knows. Jazz music was his life. I do miss the evenings in the local jazz club where he often played.

FOWC with Fandango: Jazz

Daily Prompt: BFFs

What’s the most important lesson you’ve learned from the person you’re the closest to?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us FRIENDS.

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First of all can someone tell me that BFFs is supposed to mean? No forget it, probably not so important, I do speak and understand English so I suppose is self-explanatory.

I am very close to my three felines, but they have only shown me how to sleep sixteen hours a day and estimate the taste of tuna fish. My children no longer listen to what I say as they do their own thing and to be quite honest I do not always share their music taste.

That leaves me with Mr. Swiss. I never really learnt to play drums, although he did show me how to do a basic (and very basic) accompaniment using the brushes. As his taste goes more into the jazz world, I learned that Cannonball Adderly was not a secret weapon of the American CIA, but a jazz alto saxophonist from the jazz hard bop scene. I also discovered that John Coltrane was not a special type of railway car, but plays quite a good saxophone and Theolonius Monk was not a member of a religious sect, but plays piano, also to be heard together with John Coltrane. I married a jazzer and after 45 years I am probably a mini authority on a music that is not my speciality. It does sort of grow on you, and when you begin to recognise who is playing without asking Mr. Swiss, then you are getting somewhere. We have a rather large collection of jazz records, LP’s (you know the big black flat records with lots of different tunes before the CD was discovered). Today everything is on a so-called iPod although the record collection is still part of our daily life. There are a few special Miles Davis records amongst the collection. I think I could say, you name it, we have it.

There is a small corner of CD’s somewhere with some Paolo Conte, Lucia Dalla music, they are mine.

What else did I learn from Mr. Swiss – Swiss German? I am not sure about that one, it just took over and that is our home language.

We are not really soul mates; life would be boring if we were. We both have our own interests, but now and again we do share our likes. One is reading books and the world of literature. It does not matter what you read as long as you read. I grew up with the English book world and Mr. Swiss with the German book world (and some other continental influence). I even discovered when we eventually founded our joint venture as man and wife that he had some books in German and I had the same in English. I can read German books in the original language with no problem. Due to this I have found my way into the realm of German authors.

I think the most important lesson I learned from this complete Angloswiss mixture was that there are other countries with other customs and other ways of life in the world. I sometimes get an impression from my English family and friends that they feel sorry for me being in a place where there is no English spoken, no English food and no English way of life. They also ask me what I think of various British television actors and comedians who I have never heard of and then it seems I am pitied as an important part of my background is missing. I can only say, do not worry. I am happy where I am, have absolutely no wish to return to England and do not want to change my surroundings.

That’s that, I am a bit on the tired side this afternoon, had my weekly hour Tai Chi Course this afternoon. You might think it is all slow movements and no stress, but there is a lot of concentration required and I did not learn that from Mr. Swiss, that is all my own work.

Daily Prompt: BFFs

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Blogger Creative Challenge 253: Instruments

Being married to Dr. Jazz, I could not resist this one. The photo is from the local High School big band accompanied by one of our local jazz musicians and the words are from titles of Jazz songs.


The musicians decided to Take Five. They went on a trip to Green Dolphin Street because they were In a Sentimental Mood. On the way they met Stella By Starlight, but she was meeting The Girl from Ipanema as she Don’t Get Around Much Anymore.

It was a Blue Moon and then Mac The Knife appeared. “Mercy, Mercy, Mercy” they cried, but there was no escaping fate, so they all took a jump in the Moon River. We Ain’t Misbehaving they thought, and soon they were Back At The Chicken Shack.

In the meanwhile Mac The Knife took a trip down Baker Street. He saw a Skylark that was saying Bye Bye Blackbird and decided to cross over to the Sunny Side of the Street because it was Summertime.

He went down to the St. James Infirmary to sing a Song for My Father. Afterwards he decided to Take the A Train when he saw a Satin DollHello Dolly he said I Get a Kick out of You, it just Had to Be you. At last I have found Someone to Watch over Me and it started to rain Pennies from Heaven.

Just Fly Me to the Moon, I am Feeling Good and Don’t Get Around Much Anymore. I Got Rhythm and I Left My Heart in San Francisco so Round Midnight he Hit The Road Jack and spent the night with his Honeysuckle Rose.

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The Drummer

If I were a song I’d be something like “Around Midnight”. The notes were going around in my head as I descended the steps to the cellar where there would be a night of jazz music. I had to walk as the car was not in the garage, just a fifteen minute walk, but was thinking of the journey home around midnight. I wonder if Theolonius Monk was thinking about getting home after playing. Probably his way home was in the early morning hours.

I could hear voices on my way down the steep stairs and I knew I would not be on my own this evening. Although going on my own, I was hoping to meet someone perhaps. I was lucky; there was a small table free so I took my place. The musicians had arrived and were tuning their instruments. It sounded as if Autumn Leaves would be their first song.

Although a cellar, it was a very tidy cellar. Not as dark and dank as you might think. Since the no smoking law, its freshness reflected on the whitewashed walls. A jazz cellar in a small town and I was alone, but saw a few familiar faces. There was a core of jazzers in this town and I belonged to them, although more on a now-and-again basis.

The musicians were all mostly in their best years. There was nothing that would fit in a rock band, more sedate, quiet, introverted. The pianist played a few introductive bars of smooth music and the musicians joined on after the other. Although some had notes, they really did not need them. This music was played with feeling, they set the mood their selves. I examined the musicians, dressed in their blue jeans and neat shirts. They needed no gimmicks in their clothing; their music spoke the language the people wanted to hear.

It was then that my eyes fell on the drummer. He was involved in keeping the rhythm. An interesting musician, and then it happened, our eyes met. I was sure he had seen me. There was a smile on his face for a brief moment and then he turned to the beat again. They were a unit, playing as if it was part of their body.

They were finished and after a short introduction by the trumpeter, who seemed to be the spokesman, they began to play “On Green Dolphin Street”, a piece just written for a film, but made famous by Miles Davis and other such jazz names. I took a stolen glance again towards the drummer, but he was concentrating, on what the fellow musicians were doing.

After a while the band took a break. They deserved it after the concentration they needed, and I was hoping, that perhaps the drummer would find me in the audience. Since I arrived, the jazz cellar had filled and there were very few seats left empty. I decided to take a break myself and left my place for a few moments. When I returned the drummer was sitting on the empty seat at my small table. He smiled at me.

“What do you think, it seemed to go well this evening. I might have been playing perhaps a little too loud.”

“No, not at all” was my answer. I really did not know what to say. I liked jazz but was no expert.

We sat there making small talk when the pianist joined us for a few minutes.

“We should be getting back to the stage” he said.

The drummer nodded in agreement, looked at me and said “the next one is for you” and when the band re-united on the stage they played “My Romance” a Rogers and Hart tune, but often played in a jazz formation.

My evening was complete, the music was good, the ambiance was good, and the drummer was really my type.

After the concert the band sat together and spoke about the evening, analysing what could be better, what was good but mainly being satisfied with the results. They invited me to join them and I was happy. The audience clapped, wanted more, and it was a success for all.

Slowly the time came to leave. I helped the drummer to carry the drums and cymbals up the cellar steps. Not an simple job. It is much easier when you play a trumpet perhaps, or even a piano. The piano is always there. We put the drums into the boot of the car and drove off together. When we arrived home, we were tired. We had a quick look to see that everything was in order at home. Yes, our son was already sleeping; our three cats were indoors, sheltering from the rain that had started in the meanwhile.

Oh yes, did I mention it. The drummer is my husband. He introduced me to the world of jazz, and I have been living there for the past forty-four years.