Inspired by a prompt...that took me back to cali & an old brownstone hotel I lived in there was this cat that played alto sax ...Sun. nights on the roof or whenever he couldn't sleep...and this other cat that did softshoe in a pile of sand on the sid
Nostalgic provoking and simplistic piece, highlighted the importance and thanks we should give to unsung moments of unconditional and unselfish sharing!
When I was a kid living in Brooklyn I remember one summer there was a couple of guys - one played the trumpet, the other had a pair of small drums. They would play out on the stoop (stairway) to their appartment building. They never asked for money - just a smile after their performance. And they were good . . . so they got smiles and applause. What great Jazz . . . . what great memories. Thanks for writing this piece it resurrected moments that laid dormant in the far recesses of my mind. I enjoyed removing the cobwebs, and reliving those smiles. Great writing, my friend
God Speed!
What I read reminded me of my friend which died which he was part of this site,,JazzMan not sure if you knew him if not find him in my friends and read some of his work,,Blessing back to you,, Rodney