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A Silver Siren's Finale of Song, Part I
Oh, yeah, looky-looky all you want, we both know you wanna;
I see you watchin' my alter ego, vibrant in Tina Turnerwear.
Why not just sit there for now?
We know soon you're gonna
inch up real close to the stage
watching, lips parted, and stare.
Yes, it's true, Jazzi's my given name; see, mom's mom had a vision
one night while I was still expected, but on the brink of being born.
Gram dreamed I was in a smoky bar
face in blue light, onstage with mic,
a toe-tappin' audience sat upfront,
listening to Miles on his horn.
“What's in the Rosewood case over there?” A few of my percussions;
the leather bag next to it, specially-made for my chimes and stand.
I love to hear them tink, tink, tinkle
every time I thread my fingers
lightly up and down the scales,
feeling each chime, one by one, dance across my hand.
Wow, quite a turnout tonight; a rainbow sea of faces and expressions
peering through blurry eyes, all are familiar faces of fans I love to see.
most of them are regular patrons I’ve known
and seen what seems like a lifetime
years and years of shared good times;
but, on this night they have come here to bid farewell to me.
We have definitely become family, bonding throughout the years,
and grown very close, too; they are also my very good friends.
I know you got to know
that tonight we gon' throw down
and set this roof on fire!
There's only one grand finale for many fabulous times;
tonight, we'll all celebrate mine, after that, it all ends!
Denise Marshall Showcase,
Bright Light Café, 2003[/font]
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I see you watchin' my alter ego, vibrant in Tina Turnerwear.
Why not just sit there for now?
We know soon you're gonna
inch up real close to the stage
watching, lips parted, and stare.
Yes, it's true, Jazzi's my given name; see, mom's mom had a vision
one night while I was still expected, but on the brink of being born.
Gram dreamed I was in a smoky bar
face in blue light, onstage with mic,
a toe-tappin' audience sat upfront,
listening to Miles on his horn.
“What's in the Rosewood case over there?” A few of my percussions;
the leather bag next to it, specially-made for my chimes and stand.
I love to hear them tink, tink, tinkle
every time I thread my fingers
lightly up and down the scales,
feeling each chime, one by one, dance across my hand.
Wow, quite a turnout tonight; a rainbow sea of faces and expressions
peering through blurry eyes, all are familiar faces of fans I love to see.
most of them are regular patrons I’ve known
and seen what seems like a lifetime
years and years of shared good times;
but, on this night they have come here to bid farewell to me.
We have definitely become family, bonding throughout the years,
and grown very close, too; they are also my very good friends.
I know you got to know
that tonight we gon' throw down
and set this roof on fire!
There's only one grand finale for many fabulous times;
tonight, we'll all celebrate mine, after that, it all ends!
Denise Marshall Showcase,
Bright Light Café, 2003[/font]
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Published 12th Jun 2015
| Edited 16th Jun 2015
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13th Jun 2015 00:29am
"I love to hear them tink, tink, tinkle
every time I thread my fingers
lightly up and down the scales,
feeling each chime, one by one, dance across
my hand."
~beauty surely resonates, as it duz with these
lines, darlin'!
Lovely story, enjoyed this much
& warm welcomes
(lil late, sor-ree) ;)
~d
every time I thread my fingers
lightly up and down the scales,
feeling each chime, one by one, dance across
my hand."
~beauty surely resonates, as it duz with these
lines, darlin'!
Lovely story, enjoyed this much
& warm welcomes
(lil late, sor-ree) ;)
~d
it's never too late to bond, my new fam and friend.
Thanks for reading and enjoying this piece; it's inspired by . . . me! I wrote it in tribute of my last performance at Club Cest Bon. My stage name is Lady D, or Lady Darcel.
My name is Denise Darcel, my namesake was a French actress who sang a little jazz. She lived in USA a short while in late 40s, but, she fell for L. Hampton, black jazz vibraphone. and due to the politics of that time, she was forever banished from here. "Lady" refers to my signature songs made famous by Billie "Lady Day" Holiday. I sing everything, but my forte is jazz and torch songs. I'm also a percussionist, chimes are my fav.
Thanks for reading and enjoying this piece; it's inspired by . . . me! I wrote it in tribute of my last performance at Club Cest Bon. My stage name is Lady D, or Lady Darcel.
My name is Denise Darcel, my namesake was a French actress who sang a little jazz. She lived in USA a short while in late 40s, but, she fell for L. Hampton, black jazz vibraphone. and due to the politics of that time, she was forever banished from here. "Lady" refers to my signature songs made famous by Billie "Lady Day" Holiday. I sing everything, but my forte is jazz and torch songs. I'm also a percussionist, chimes are my fav.
13th Jun 2015 2:34am
so much of what you put in this makes me think of a time way before I was even born!
Nicely done!
Nicely done!
13th Jun 2015 2:43am
if you haven't read my reply to DarkSighs, please do, and stay tuned for pt. 2
Thanks, its always a pleasure to find your piece inspired sentiment you didn't even think about. It feels good; thanks for enjoying. Be sure to read the finale of "Finale".
Green
Thanks, its always a pleasure to find your piece inspired sentiment you didn't even think about. It feels good; thanks for enjoying. Be sure to read the finale of "Finale".
Green
13th Jun 2015 3:33am
You MUST be talking about Miles Davis! This is great. Loved the imagery and reference to history. Can't wait to read the sequels.
13th Jun 2015 7:15am
Yes, you win a candy; I'm talking about Miles Davis, Man With The Golden Horn. He's one of those greats whom you only need to hear one name to know who it is.
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