Showing posts with label bass. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bass. Show all posts

Friday, September 13, 2019

Michelangelo

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Michelangelo

Perhaps "orchestra camp"
wasn't as groovy as "summer camp",
instrumentals bowed and plucked
beneath Northern Michigan pines
versus horseback riding, kayaking, and hiking;

and perhaps as a middle school elective
it meant a lot of dedication
and practice at home.

Michelangelo's scroll loomed large
over his slight, boyish frame,
fingers stretched for position,
establishing rhythm, cheek sucked in, lip bit;

and as a teenager he'd flip his head,
curls temporarily banished,
but soon slid back over left eye,
red bandana 'round his wrist
as that was cool; shoulder and arms
supported, fingers moved easily
up and down Michelangelo's neck.

He liked the phrase "Bass players
are sexy" but soon learned
bass guitarists are sexier...

Michelangelo played his part,
raised my boy, accompanied him to New York,
sardined into back seats of ubers
and cabs, folk tunes sung and strummed
in pubs by this dynamic duo...

Brought to tears when I found out
my son sold him, surprised days later
I'm still choked up.  Grieving I think;
wish he'd called me instead of trying
to make ends meet.

Some things money can't buy; some things
can't be replaced.

by Margaret Bednar, September 13, 2019

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Just One Word - Groovy"

No need to buy my daughter a nice violin... it wasn't her thing,
but William did quite well.