Charles Gayle (tenor, piano, clown shoes & cell phone) & Han Bennink (drums, skull, carpet & heating pipes)
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
We free kings of jazz, do reign and pour upon you!
Both Lear, both Fools - in a high energy bout of wit and wisdom,
A searing exchange of beaten, blown and hammered banter,
Han's the man who puts the boot in first, caught in the snare,
Sticks flying faster than the speed of light,
He's Houdini, breaking out from the trap by raising a yogi leg,
He bites on a stick like a Jew's harp, as the jaw bridge drops,
I'm free's the message, ringing out in Morse from his skull,
His Samurai head band expands to avoid explosion and
So crashes the cymbal of our time - ttschhhhynnngg!!
Wake up you fools!! this is no time like the present!
Charles Gayle, cheeks duly cracked, blown in rage against the storm,
Comes out for Round 2, yet sits hunched on his stool
At the piano - black clown, white cheeks, red nose,
The patch explained, as his elbow nudges Stockhausen - clang!!
The bad tempered Klavier slams the lid on Monk's Well, You Needn't
As he plods around the grand, in the longest clown shoes,
Shining like black Cadillac hoods, to play the part of Coltrane,
A mobile circus rings his cell phone - he takes the call,
I told you not to call me at work - I'm a performing man!
Then they for sudden joy did weep and I for sorrow sung,
Such kings of jazz should play bo-peep and go the fools among.
I asked a bloke in the Gents his thought, he said, Tonic for the soul!
(Apologies to Will Sh.... you know who!)
Photos.George Milburn.
At last - the indisputable truth has emerged. Shakespeare DIDN'T write those plays it was George Milburn!
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