Listening to Marian McPartland’s Piano Jazz,
did I hear correctly?
The soprano sax guy said we are the youngest
of the species?
And he listens to humpback whales and other
creatures of the sea and land
for inspiration for his environmental music? He
rides the rapids
of the Colorado River at the bottom of the Grand
Canyon with his jazz
quartet recording the sounds of the river and the
soprano sax and bass
and drums and keyboard as the music echoes off
the ancient walls.
I wondered how they kept the instruments dry not
to mention kept
the stuff in the boat. At the time I was belching out
CO2 and air pollutants
on a beautiful Saturday morning drive to buy microbrew
beer and La Vieille
Ferme, a French friend of my son told him it’s a great every-
day wine, in red, rose
and white for my nephew and his family visiting from Chicago.
I’d forgotten to buy those
things along with a loaf of rye bread yesterday on another
rum run. So there
I was, a member of the youngest of the species, doing
my part to bring
to an end the short and happy life of the youngest
of the species
while listening to the soprano sax guy’s beautiful hump-
back whale, Colorado
River, Grand Canyon environmental music. Sometimes the irony
of things just smacks
me upside the head. Do I get a pass for being a member of the
youngest of the species, and,
therefore, not necessarily
I didn’t think so.