Some Musicians Disappear (A Post Script)

I must say that as much as I knew all the trumpet players of the ’50s and ’60s very well, now I have a certain problem with today’s trumpet players, because they all play to a very, very high level, but at the same time it’s very difficult to recognize. When you’re talking about trumpet players of the past, you hear one note of Chet [Baker] and say, “Oh, this is Chet”; one note of Miles, “This is Miles.” Everyone had a different technique, a different tone. Today, I don’t hear that. Now, maybe it’s my ears that are not so good as they used to be! That is another possibility.

jazz trumpet player Enrico Rava
quoted in the print edition
of DownBeat Magazine
blindfold/winefold test
March 2012

I’m guessing that the fabric of the universe
whatever the fabric of the universe is
vibrates along with the vibrations of a song
wherever a song is played at home in a bar
or through a speaker system in a store or car.

I’m guessing that a song whatever a song is
is a private matter between a musician
and the universe of planets stars galaxies
although it’s fun for the rest of us to listen
before stars vanish as morning brings a mist in.

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