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)
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.
Piano Performer Magazine