Bucky Pizzarelli gave so generously of his sound, his melodic intelligence, his wit, his swing. We could be forgiven for thinking we would always have him. Here are two versions of TRES PALABRAS from the Atlanta Jazz Party, memorable in their quiet simple intensity.
2014, accompanying and supporting Rebecca Kilgore, the two of them sending messages of love and loss to an absolutely hushed room:
I’ve headed this sad post with a photograph of Bucky laughing, because that is how I remember him on the few occasions where we got to speak. He was joyous and he shared his joys with us.
TRES PALABRAS, translated, “Bless Bucky Pizzarelli.”
I am omitting my customary closing: there isn’t much happiness to increase. Perhaps tomorrow?
Beauty is so rare, so precious. And it isn’t arrived at easily. But it is one of the ways in which we can save ourselves, especially if we understand that in its deep center, it is love in action: the love of the music that leads an artist to spend a lifetime in creating it. And that love is sent to us. We all need it, as a salve for the wounds the world’s rough edges would inflict on us.
Here are two performances of the same touching song, TRES PALABRAS, performed at the 2014 Atlanta Jazz Party (a duet between Becky and Bucky) and three years earlier (Bucky’s solo).
Beauty never goes to waste.
Maybe these will help. And if you hiss, “There goes Michael again, one of those people who talk so much about love and beauty,” I accept it as a compliment.
May your happiness increase!
Posted in "Thanks A Million", Bliss!, Generosities, Irreplaceable, The Things We Love
Tagged Atlanta Jazz Party, beauty, Becky Kilgore, Bucky Pizzarelli, Jazz Lives, love, Michael Steinman, Rebecca Kilgore, TRES PALABRAS