tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post2587743462823889743..comments2023-11-22T09:11:01.567+00:00Comments on George Szirtes: Sunday Night is... Bill Evans talking and playingGeorge Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889600788146987089noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post-62165800451128711102011-03-08T10:47:28.014+00:002011-03-08T10:47:28.014+00:00Thank you very much for that, Laurie. I know how ...Thank you very much for that, Laurie. I know how important that is. I will look out for your book in September.George Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08889600788146987089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post-62703082740059551342011-03-07T16:48:54.032+00:002011-03-07T16:48:54.032+00:00Village Vanguard
New York / September 1979
Bil...Village Vanguard <br /><br />New York / September 1979<br /><br /><br />Bill emerges from the Men’s room at the back of the Vanguard, follows the red line taped to the floor of the hallway, past the staff lockers and the entrance to the kitchen. He slides past the crowd in the darkened room up onto the stage and seats himself at the piano. <br /><br />Marc and Joe are waiting for him to begin the intro. The crowd reflects his serious demeanor by lowering their own heads ~ waiting for the transmission to begin.<br /><br />He begins the opening chords to “I Do It for Your Love”, each chord suspended in the dense hush of the Vanguard. We are united in this state of emotional reverence. Bill proceeds to invite us ~ to make a place for us to stand beside him. For him there is no stage ~ no division. He is calling out for all of us to hear the great beauty inside.<br /><br />He assumes his position, face draped gently over his hands on the keys. He tilts his head to one side ~ listening ~ and I see his face, the sallow skin stretched over the broad forehead, eyebrows raised in astonished agony or ecstasy, his eyes closed behind dark glasses, mouth and jaw open.<br /><br />This is the expression he has at home composing at the piano. This is the expression he shares with me when we make love. This is his most intimate expression ~ egoless, vulnerable ~ full of truth and beauty.<br /><br />Smoke curls up from ashtrays, filling the darkened red and black room with an eerie blue haze. No one speaks, everyone is in accord. We are all in accord with the intangible feeling of inner beauty decompressing from the depths of our neglected souls ~ surfacing.<br /><br />We are remembering who we really are. Remembering our place in the perfection of everything. The place beyond words and feelings.<br /><br />Bill ends the tune with an energetic run into the upper register. Absolute silence awakens the crowd and they respond with applause. He never speaks to the audience between tunes. He waits for the applause to subside and begins again his invitation to a dream with a few suspended notes.<br /><br /><br />Copyright 2010 by the author Laurie Verchominlauriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05137127470742921416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post-6206751753036926912011-03-07T08:13:34.401+00:002011-03-07T08:13:34.401+00:00I think Evans has that longing to know in his bone...I think Evans has that longing to know in his bones, Danial.George Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08889600788146987089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post-82084303916775695992011-03-07T06:46:20.408+00:002011-03-07T06:46:20.408+00:00Thanks for sharing. I suppose to me music is our s...Thanks for sharing. I suppose to me music is our souls answer to our longing to know... something like that..Danial Neilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10122962863800369826noreply@blogger.com