Poetry in Jazz & Classical at Church Of St. Albert The Great

"Poetry in Jazz & Classical" Sunday May 18, 1:00 - 2:30 pm

https://www.facebook.com/events/654428517983146/
http://www.larrymcdonoughjazz.homestead.com

Larry McDonough, piano and voice
Carol Bergquist, flute
James Buckley, bass
Mac Santiago, drums
With poetry reading by Father Joseph Gillespie

Church of St. Albert the Great
E. 29th Street at 32nd Ave. S.
Minneapolis
612-724-3643
http://www.saintalbertthegreat.org/

This is the first concert of the Cool Summer Jazz Series. The cost is $15 at the door. Church pianist Jeremy Rosenwinkel is the opening performer....

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"Poetry in Jazz & Classical" Sunday May 18, 1:00 - 2:30 pm

https://www.facebook.com/events/654428517983146/
http://www.larrymcdonoughjazz.homestead.com

Larry McDonough, piano and voice
Carol Bergquist, flute
James Buckley, bass
Mac Santiago, drums
With poetry reading by Father Joseph Gillespie

Church of St. Albert the Great
E. 29th Street at 32nd Ave. S.
Minneapolis
612-724-3643
http://www.saintalbertthegreat.org/

This is the first concert of the Cool Summer Jazz Series. The cost is $15 at the door. Church pianist Jeremy Rosenwinkel is the opening performer.

Come hear selections from the 2012 CD “Solitude, poetry in jazz” http://larrymcdonoughjazz.homestead.com/Solitude.html and the music of Bill Evans and Leonard Bernstein, Claude Bolling, Cole Porter, Samuel Barber, Hubert Laws, Sergei Rachmaninoff, children with disabilities, and Larry McDonough, along with award-winning poetry by Richard Terrill and essays by Larry McDonough. Families, children, and music students are welcome.

“Bill Evans” from Almost Dark, by Richard Terrill (University of Tampa Press)

Should anyone ever fail
this beautifully again,
promise me

your late conversion
won’t keep you
from at least

sending word--that someone
once again
hasn’t wasted life

on certainty.
Heroin, counterpoint,
Ravel, cocaine:

When he got into something
he really got into it.
It seems too much
to deny a man
slumped forehead to the keys
and their impossible jagged line

like black and white starlight,
his right arm limp with dead nerves,
while the left hand turns out the stars.

The shirt someone buttoned for him,
cigarettes on spring days,
the background chatter that wasn’t there. Isn’t.

How long it takes to die this way
when it rains outside, and within.
I suppose when the wind behaves,

the waves take note.
I’ll hear that someone
came through the revolving door

again into
the shapeless dark
and began to play.

Contact Larry McDonough at 651-398-8053 [email protected]
http://www.larrymcdonoughjazz.homestead.com

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