Sometimes I feel like “going fishing,”
Like life is just a can of worms.
A lonely musician, sitting here wishin’
You’d listen, but on my own terms.
—Lawrence P. Wheatley
Looking in The Post this afternoon I was a little blown to hear about the passing Jazz Pianist, Lawrence Wheatley. I only recall having heard him play once and before i could a chance to rap to him he had gotten up from the piano and walked out the door.
According to this article he apparently was a poet and called himself the “Bard of Bebop.” I would really have loved to talk to him about the INTERSECTION of jazz and poetry and how he negotiated that INTERSECTION in his work, if at all.