A Familiar Face

Dave Brubeck's music has given me great enjoyment - so much so that quite a while ago I pulled his photo out of his CD album and put it up on the refrigerator.

It seemed like such a natural thing to do. The thought of taking down that smiling face is disturbing. That's not an option!

Marian McPartland interviewed many jazz pianists for her radio show. Her Piano Jazz episode with Dave Brubeck is a favorite. They talk about and play music; he discusses how his classical piano training made his jazz possible and meaningful; he recalled his trip to Kraków, to the Jagiellonian University museum, where he "saw Chopin's piano."  A fan of Chopin!  No wonder I'm a fan of Brubeck!

Well, well, the joke is on me.  The other day, while sifting through the Photo Trove, I found this print in my hands.

It's the early 1960s, and a cool day with green leaves on the big cherry tree in the front yard at the Marilla house.  Perhaps the occasion is one of Mom and Dad's Memorial Day picnics. Any road, the party seems to be going well.

Memory is a funny thing; apparently so are preferences and inclinations. Brubeck's face looked really lovable to me.  I did not consciously think of Dad when admiring it. But subconsciously - that's another story, wouldn't you say?

Well now I am spooked. It is time to pull out one of those bubble beer mugs of Marilla origin and pour some beer into it as in days of yore. It is time to "restore the tissues," as Bertie Wooster says, and consider memories, and memory.

Blue Rondo alla Turca is among the favorites.

                                     

Lubię piwo.  Na zdrowie!