Kinda hard to tell exactly when it all began and when it will end. If I had to guess…probably never. All I know is–I’ve been having a torrid love affair for what seems like eons and truthfully, I’m ok with that. I’m enamored with him and he’s smitten with me.
What can I say about him? Having him around is like having a super-hero of my very own. He’s extremely talented. He’s bold and stylish and well sought after, causing him to adopt monikers like Davis, Sample, Byrd, Glasper, Blanchard, Scott or Shaw. But I shouldn’t be tellin’ you all of his aliases. That’s our business. Just know that he’s strong when I need him to be and in the next breath gentle, kind and sweet.
I prefer it when there aren’t many words between us. Those are the days when we have our best conversations. My, how I swoon at the sound of his voice. On those days, I hear him loud and clear. I love it when he tickles my ears much like the way he tickles the ebonies and ivories. He leaves me mesmerized–hypnotized almost–with every beat of his drum. Ummmm…the flashbacks. He has this way about him, especially when he polishes his brass. Typically, he’s clever in his approach. He keeps me on my toes and has made quite the impression. He’s truly an original, always switching things up. With a nick-name like “improv,” routine could never be a part of his character. Did I mention how skilled he is? He always leaves me with a voracious appetite for more.
He knows me well and caters to my needs without me ever having to ask. I dig his vibe. He makes me think. Makes me smile. He surprises me with beautifully written love letters that on occasion, I get the opportunity to hear him recite for me live. Oh how I enjoy listening with my eyes closed.
And let’s not forget about the way takes care of me after a long day. He often accompanies me on the drive home. He likes it when I’m behind the wheel, knowing that I’m all ears–his captive audience of one. He provides a mental escape for me while showing off his creativity and experimenting with new rhythms and complex syncopations.
Ooops. Wait. Hold up…that’s him calling me now. I gotta go. Yeah, yeah…I know I got it bad. What’s his name, you ask. Well, if you must know, my perfect love affair has been and will continue to be with……………………………………………JAZZ.
Until Next Time
-TL
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