Tuesday, August 07, 2007
THE MAN
the set:
song for my father
the lineup:
leon thomas - vocals, percussion
james spaulding - flute, alto sax
lonnie liston smith - piano
cecil mcbee - bass
roy haynes - drums
richard landrum - bongos
the lyrics:
"if there ever was a man who was generous gracious
and good that was my dad the man....
the story:
during my younger years dad worked at golds
safe company.downtown los angeles.
he also played the piano and sang on weekends
at private parties. blues boogie-woogie barrelhouse.
fun stuff that made people happy with dancing and
drinking.
he would always come home with a big
smile and a song. there once was a television
program about the frontier days. the title tune was
"davy crocket". and there was a coonskin hat with
a tail. my father would come home, lift me with
my coonskin upon his shoulders and sing
"davy, davy crocket, king of the wild frontier.
we'd march through the house, the two of us singing
until mom would grab an iron skillet and laughingly
threaten to bang our heads ifwe didn't shut up.
mom is now 81 and she can still swing a skillet too!
the lyrics again:
....a human being so true he could live like a king
cause he knew the real pleasure in life"
that was my dad the man
the set:
song for my father
the lineup:
leon thomas - vocals, percussion
james spaulding - flute, alto sax
lonnie liston smith - piano
cecil mcbee - bass
roy haynes - drums
richard landrum - bongos
the lyrics:
"if there ever was a man who was generous gracious
and good that was my dad the man....
the story:
during my younger years dad worked at golds
safe company.downtown los angeles.
he also played the piano and sang on weekends
at private parties. blues boogie-woogie barrelhouse.
fun stuff that made people happy with dancing and
drinking.
he would always come home with a big
smile and a song. there once was a television
program about the frontier days. the title tune was
"davy crocket". and there was a coonskin hat with
a tail. my father would come home, lift me with
my coonskin upon his shoulders and sing
"davy, davy crocket, king of the wild frontier.
we'd march through the house, the two of us singing
until mom would grab an iron skillet and laughingly
threaten to bang our heads ifwe didn't shut up.
mom is now 81 and she can still swing a skillet too!
the lyrics again:
....a human being so true he could live like a king
cause he knew the real pleasure in life"
that was my dad the man
# posted by scotty @ 11:19 AM 
