I can't play no saxophone
but I can hear it played.
Sometimes it's a lady sighin;
sometimes it's a workin man.
But when it is an orphan cryin
I wish I could hold that child
I can't hold that child
in these dirty hands of mine.
I can't stop his cryin.
I can hear it way down here
on the sidewalks of the streets he's a child of.
Why, Lord, can I hear that saxophone
but never play?
Let your music flow
Play that rhythm
Play it well
Let the notes fall
From the bell
Play a little jazz
Play a little jazz.
I love to watch you play
Hear the sweet notes drift out of your saxophone
A lovely melody
You don't always see me
I listen all the same
Such lovely skill
escaping in the form of sound
of that wonderful saxophone
Maybe it's not the sound
That enchants me so
But the handsome player
Whom I get to call my own
My gorgeous love
Smart and talented to the end
Every noise he makes
every screetching noise he plays.
Louder and louder
i cover my ears.
I close my eyes tight
and think happy thoughts.
Its too loud i said.
All i want is for it to stop.
I cry every note he plays.
I want to bang my head
against the hard ground.
I want to see the blood flow out
as he plays his song.
It hurts to think
i cant even finish this poem.
It becomes more and more loud
even his song cries out for help.
We been through so much
even beaten by a clutch.
Although he plays till night
i am still in fright.
The concert was about to finish ..
And now it's her turn ..
With her instrument ..
With her golden saxophone ..
The lights were diminished ..
And she started playing her favorite musical note ..
With her heart that is full of feelings ..
And her closed eyes ..
In her special world ..
The air goes out from her lungs softly like tears ..
And the great audience feels every tone ..
She doesn’t see them ..
She doesn’t hear their clap ..
Only his soul that is around ..
And Only his voice that is heard ..
Then his beautiful smile ..
With tears in his eyes , He said ''You're the best''
Then she looked at her saxophone ..
And remembered years ago ..
At one of their nights ..
During one of their phone calls ..
- You know babe , I adore the Saxophone ..
- Really ?
- Yeah , it's my favorite instrument ..
- Hold on ..
- What's this noise around you ?
- Nothing just my family ..
- Hmmm , didn't they sleep ?
- No , gonna call you after sometime ..
- Ok no problem ..
And after sometime he called her back ..
- Now tell me what will you do when you get a saxophone ..
- Haha , I really don't know but I've never thought about having one before ..
As they used to do , He started telling her a story before sleeping ..
She doesn't care about any stories ..
She just loves listening to his voice ..
She stays silent ..
To listen and feel ..
Every single word ..
And while listening , The call was over ..
She did a call again and again ..
No answer ..
She called his home ..
No answer ..
Again and again ..
No answer ..
The phone was ringing away from his sleeping house ..
Without his family noise that didn't exist ..
Among a lot of people ..
In his crushed car ..
Between his dead body ..
That New Golden Saxophone
Captivating, enticing, comforting
Cleansing your soul, intensify your spine
Alluring, controlling, compelling
Under the shining lights
Horns and trumpets blare
Take in all of the sights
This city has come alive
People stroll down the street
Rain splashes on the sidewalk
Tap your foot to the beat
As the music fills the night
Get on the floor and dance
The sax man does his thing
This could be your chance
The swing band's letting loose
THE SAXOPHONE STORY
BY RAJ NANDY
The Saxophone is perhaps the most expressive
instrument next to the human voice.
Was made by Adolphe Sax, a Belgian, through
a deliberate choice!
He wanted to offset the tonal disparity, -
Between the string, wind, and brass instruments,
with musical clarity !
He felt that the strings ones were overpowered
by the wind instruments.
While the wind instruments got overblown by
the brass ones instead !
Now what would happen if the best qualities
of these three instruments types,
Could in a fusion blend and coalesces into a single
instrument type ?
So finally at the age of 20 years, in March Eighteen
Hundred and Thirty Four,
Adolphe Sax created a magical instrument for the
World to hear and adore!
It had the power of the brass, the flexibility of the
strings, and the woodwind’s variety and tone;
Which got christened after Adolphe Sax as the
Adolphe’s famous composer friend Hector Berlioz
in Paris City,
Gave this new instrument wide publicity!
In 1844 the Sax was presented in the Industrial
Exhibition at Paris;
And subsequently got patented on 20 March 1846.
It soon got adopted by the Bands of the French Army.
Making other instrument makers to become green
The Sax was 80 years old when it became part of the
musical instruments of the Jazz Band.
A small bore mouth piece was created to suite the
varying tonal qualities required by Jazz.
Initially, 14 different sizes of Sax was created by
Today only five types are in use for us to hear and
The Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass and the Baritone
They now form a part of our Jazz music's backbone!
- By Raj Nandy
FOOT NOTES :
Adolphe Sax (1814-1894) , son of famous musical instrument maker
Charles Joseph Sax of Belgium. Woodwind Instruments = Flute, Clarinet, Bassoon etc. Brass Instruments = Trumpet, Tuba, Cornet etc. String Instruments = Violin, Guitar, Harp, Banjo etc. The Saxophone today has become the very backbone of Jazz Music!
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Tethered at the end
with no hope to amend
seduced each other to appease
your love flow in me with ease
Darling, don't look back on you
The days when the rainbow was lifeless
The ultraviolet was in hues of grey
The sunrise reflected back on the skies
The multitude of sorrowful rainy clouds
All cried out and behind our front
My soul laid and screamed aloud
The shell of the loneliness undone
Chase of the summerly winds donned
The day beckoned with clarity
All hate erased, our love not charity
Un-crippled chase, the healed ails
Un-rippled wavelets,currents and sails
I unmask the casket
Claim the frozen confusion called life
On this walls are our sacred scripts
The prints that reads indelible
Of how our love nurtures the nests
I saw you there
And the neon signs and your tears
Reflected in your irises
Made you more beautiful
And the alcoholic haze made me believe
If just one night could work
You could come with me
We could have our happy ending
We could leave this life and place
And your dress bloody from engineers schemes
And I love that forgotten woman
More than the orange trees and John
But for our child she gave her life
And I still love her
That Vietnam Bride