I spend about two hours on the rooftop of my building every morning,
writing and singing. Most of this activity must (by necessity) remain
mysterious, as it will appear (fully realized) with a rock ‘n’ roll band. Let
us call this enterprise “Orchestra + Vocal.” You shall be hearing more about “Orchestra
+ Vocal” over the summer, dear reader. Please
stay tuned.
Some of the time, however, I sing to a mockingbird. He is
the dominant bird in my neighborhood. If you hear twenty birdcalls (and siren)
coming from the same beak, it’s him: the polyglot. I especially like it when he
speaks blue jay and nuthatch. I say “dominant” because he’s so loud. He perches
on ladders, smokestacks, the crowns of gigantic trees, rooftops, ledges, et
cetera.
I have been trying to teach him the bebop song, “Salt
Peanuts,” which is usually credited to Dizzy Gillespie. Dizzy played the tune
with Bird, but by that, we mean Charlie Parker. I’m not aware of any wild fowls
who scat “Salt Peanuts,” except for maybe this feller. Listen to him. Am I
right? For a few glittering moments, this mockingbird might’ve been a real hep cat.
This
is part of a double issue. If you don’t like songs, you might like a story. See what I lost was this:
2 comments:
Read; listened to; enjoyed! I didn't know that you sing; please let me know when you take to the stage with your (unnamed) rock ' roll band!
Will do. Thanks for taking a look, good sir.
As for me singing -- heh heh heh. I would hope in the Jimmy Rushing way -- lots of character!
I admire Rushing quite a bit, of course.
Okey dokey, BA
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