by Gerard Garrigan (MGBH)
Lightly skimming over keys
Sprightly, everso brightly
Bringing the world of Gershwin home
Of all who’ve tried you, you alone
Have done so, oh, so masterfully.
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Swinging me to and through another world,
A world alive with grace and taste,
Of blues you elegantly gifted me
Placing me where I want to go,
So so full of days of old
Of soul, of wistful whimsy, yes so sweet
Where love and reverie gently meet.
by Gerard Garrigan (MGBH)
Delicious Debussy
Dream-like reverie
No horns, no drums
No tinkling triangle
Pianist bedecked
In flowing, glowing
Brilliant blue
Afterward all stood
Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!
You whisked away
Not making sound
Taking your smile
And flowers
And everybody’s heart
One glorious night in May
One magic night in May.
by Gerard Garrigan (MGBH)
Art by Merryl Jaye (MGBH)
Heaven – that it is,
I am quite, quite sure,
But of all its varied qualities,
Its many marking characteristics,
Well, that’s so far above, beyond
The tiny mind that I was issued
Heaven? I don’t claim to know exactly where
It is, or what its population is
But of this, there’s nothing about which
I am or ever, ever will be more sure
Bill Evans is reliably, quite undeniably
There, wherever where is, there is heaven
And if Bill Evans is not there,
It can’t be heaven, and I ain’t goin’ there,
Ain’t no way in hell I’m goin’ there.
by Asia Korepanova (MGBH)
I walk along a festive street
Amidst the city noise and flare,
And for the crowds that I meet
I celebrate, I do not care.
And nothing bothers me as I
Walk by and listen to the glee.
The clown shows catch my eye,
But they don’t mean too much to me.
And through the babble, dapple and fun
And urban smells and loud hurray
I feel the breathing of the sun
That sheds itself onto my way.
Piano Performer Magazine