Charlie Parker Charlie Parker Charlie Parker The Birdman laying down the sounds of the streets and the American night in smoky clubs up and down the avenue where the hip meet to rest their tired souls and to celebrate the life of the streets and the night if only for a few hours of bebop heaven. That cat could blow–
Kerouac felt about Charlie Parker the way I feel about The Doors and so I can dig where the cat was coming from and last night in the night I assumed my favorite position on my back on the sofa with two pillows under my weary head and the cord snaking back from the tower of the computer and the buds in my ears with only the light from the night beyond my windows and the glow from the computer screen after I punched up YouTube to listen to Charlie Parker Charlie Parker Charlie Parker blow because if you study Kerouac and you dig where he’s coming from you have to dig Charlie Parker too.
I dig the rock ‘n’ roll that I grew up with in the Counter Culture of the youth of we Baby Boomers of the 60s and never did dig the jazz and bebop of the Beat Generation of the 50s but re-reading Kerouac and digging spontaneous writing has opened my eyes as I try to dig where Kerouac was coming from and it’s all cool and it’s hip and now I have The Doors and Charlie Parker too.
The funny thing is The Doors belong to my fiesta period which is the first two weeks of every month when I have fun money and hang out in Little Italy digging that scene and drinking that beer and it’s the only time I dig The Doors but last night I had no fun money and I had no beer but I was digging that cool cat Charlie Parker with those sweet sad haunting notes from out of the light of the computer screen with a picture of The Birdman with his axe as he blew into the Pittsburgh night.
This is huge…
The Doors when I have fun money and Charlie Parker for when I’m busted and down and out and a pitiful struggling artist who was young once but is no longer young and still I struggle but things are looking up because the blog has made me some money I will get next month and when all my fun money for November is gone and the beer is gone and karaoke is gone and The Doors are gone and the warm weather is gone and now that my younger days are gone I still have Charlie Parker to get me through the downtime because yes that cat could blow and I don’t need no stinkin’ artificial stimulant to bebop around the room to those crazy sounds and to dig that jazz and to dig that which cannot be explained but only enjoyed…
Charlie Parker died young because he lived too fast too deep too hard looking for inspiration in that night life of booze and bop and jazz and women and smoke and junk to find the notes that he gave to us back then and still now that speaks to us still now and he paid the price and cashed in his chips at 34 but not until a young Kerouac on the road searching for a voice and a subject and a style had found his true expression of Beat in the harmonics of Charlie Parker the way I find the true expression of my art in The Doors.
So now I have Charlie Parker and The Doors the yin and yang of the expression of my literary aesthetic and I owe it all to Jack Kerouac and we all owe much to Kerouac because we are all on the same road in a journey that can only end one way…
Charlie Parker Charlie Parker Charlie Parker man that cat could blow!
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