Bully Muldoon by Joan Cartwright

[Photo source]
Bobby Durham: February 3, 1937 | Died: July 6, 2008

This poem is dedicated to Bobby Durham, the late drummer who passed away in Italy recently. It was read, today, Feb 15 at his memorial service in Basel, Switzerland, by singer Sandy Patton.

Bully Muldoon by Joan Cartwright

This is a story of Bully Muldoon
We met in Philly in a smoky saloon
Pricie played the keys, I sang the words
While Benny strummed the bassline, strong

That Bulldog was like a cartoon
Always smiling and making us laugh
But playing the drums was his passion
He was rhythm, alive, what a gas!

Now, the reason they called him Bully Muldoon
Had nothing to do with a drum
They were a trio, The Canine Trio
Is how they'd announce when they'd come

The Great Dane, that was Benny Nelson on bass
And Gerald Price the Doberman Pincher
They'd save Bobby for last cause he was a gas
He's The Pitt Bull and he'll bite your ass!

When Pricie would say this, I'd burst into laughter
I was young, but still I would know
That this trio was more than a musical force
They'd make ladies blush and gents hold their course
With not more to say than this mention

The Great Dane is Benny Nelson on bass
And Gerald Price the Doberman Pincher
And Bobby Durham is last cause he's such a gas
He's a Pitt Bull and will bite your ass!

These mates have all now expired
And taken their place in the cast
Of those gone before us
Who sing in the chorus of melody makers on high

The Great Dane is Benny on bass
And Pricie the Doberman Pincher
They took Bobby last cause he is a gas
That Pitt Bull who would bite your ass!

Copyright 2009 Joan Cartwright

Comments

Jazz Ain't Nothin' But Soul by Norman Mapp

Jazz is makin' do with taters and grits Standing up each time you get hit Jazz ain't nothin' but soul From 1968 to 1970, I visited every jazz room in New York City. I went from Slug's in the Far East on 2nd Street between Avenues A and B all the way uptown to Club Baron and Small's Paradise. In the Village, I was at the Blue Note, Village Vanguard and Village Gate. Every Jazzmobile was on my list of things to do, whether it was in Queens, The Bronx, Manhattan or Brooklyn. The memory that has stayed with me throughout my Jazz Excursion is the song given to me on a lead sheet by the composer Norman Mapp who also wrote "Mr. Ugly" and "I Worry 'Bout You". This was in 1983, at Freddy's on the lower east side, when I was petitioning the manager for a night to bring my band there. Norman handed me the song, after we had a long discussion at the bar about my two mentors Betty "Bebop" Carter and Joe Lee Wilson . Both of them recorded an...

Sisters in Harmony Photo Shoot and Book Expo in Coconut Grove July 22

Culture Whirls Around Us Every Day

In the world, a collective of sensory experience shared offers to many an agreed upon experience with the effect of presenting a consummate sense of human community in time and space. In conventional time (the multi-dimensional world existing in a non-unific sense of time and space) the notion of singularity is at best a notion on a shelf. The unifying thought then is one of multi-dimensionality, having the nature of being more than one place at one time. It also defies the parochial sense of limitation because humans are often bound by their five-sense appreciation of the world. We never stop to consider that of those five senses, vision is the only thing that happens outside of 200 meters around you and, if we are to understand the universe, we would first consider that the world is much broader than what our five senses can tell. Multi-dimensionality offers color where, before, there was only black and white. It offers depth where, before, there was only length and width. It offer...

Cultural Whirl

Search This Blog