In a Place of Dreams: Connie Johnson’s album of jazz poetry, music, and life stories

October 11th, 2023

.

.

 


Connie Johnson
Los Angeles, 1981

.

.

___

.

.

 

Dear Readers:

…..Editing Jerry Jazz Musician can often be a deeply personal experience.  With this work I am afforded the privilege of being introduced to hundreds of accomplished writers and poets from all over the world who invite me into their artistic realm, allowing me a view of their interior world, the characters and challenges impacting it, and their passion, vulnerability, and soul.

…..Earlier this year I began receiving jazz poetry from the Los Angeles-based poet Connie Johnson, whose initial submissions revealed personal memory, complexity, and hope within her inventive and graceful honoring of historic jazz musicians and the culture they helped shape.  For example, one of her poems contained this gorgeous observation on life:

Maybe I don’t want to tell you
All of my secrets, like how amazing I find it
That life can be distilled into one golden wail of
A Billy Strayhorn declaration. 
Everything
Is elementary, my dear

I want something to live for.

…..As often happens when I read work of this quality, I anticipated receiving more submissions from Connie.  And over the next several months they arrived; consistently fine poems on artists like Armstrong, Ellington, Waller, Simone, Monk, Bearden, and Hughes, making clear her gift for creating biography – and often autobiography – within poems that expose readers to the human qualities of such saintly artists while uncovering her own reverence for them.  She tells her story, within theirs.

…..Connie Johnson is a remarkable jazz poet, and while I have published her work in collections and on occasion individually, after having appreciated so many of her poems I felt that an “album” of her poetry – which Connie selected – woven among her audio readings, a personal narrative of her journey and music she considers significant to it would provide readers the chance to also experience the full value of her gifts.

…..To get to know her as I have.

.

Joe Maita

Editor/Publisher

.

.

.

.

___

.

.

In a Place of Dreams:

Connie Johnson’s album of poetry, music, and life stories

.

.

 

 

(To distinguish from her poetry, Connie’s personal narrative is italicized throughout the album)

.

.

.

…..

…..Back when other kids my age were listening to Motown, it was jazz titans like Louis Armstrong, Duke Ellington, and Billie Holiday who particularly resonated with me.  I write poetry about jazz because it’s a genre of music that I deeply respect and admire.

…..For decades I didn’t do any creative writing at all, but it was an amazing visitation dream I had in 2020 that made me see that I was short-changing myself by not doing this. There are topics that I turn to repeatedly in my work: Music, Love….and New Orleans (because although I was born and raised in Los Angeles, my heart and soul mostly reside in NOLA).

…..Creatively-speaking, if you’ve moved me to amazement or goosebumps, I’m probably going to write a poem about you. Anyone who is impactful in the art that they create, they deserve to have a poem written about them. Three muses that I return to over and over again are Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holiday and Nina Simone. If I could ever write anything that approaches the wonder of Ella’s voice on “How High the Moon” and “Air Mail Special,” or Nina’s treatment of “I Loves You, Porgy,” I would feel: mission accomplished. I have a long way to go to ever reach that, but it’s the journey that gives me purpose.

…..And joy.

 

.

.

Listen to the 1938 recording of Louis Armstrong performing “When the Saints Go Marching In” [Universal Music Group]

.

.

In the New Orleans That I Know

………………..“You blows who you is”
…………..– Louis Armstrong

And all that
That encompasses:
Trauma, despair and all the
Unanswered prayers
In between
In the Church of Our Eternal Regrets
We speak in tongues but you can still
Decipher the meaning; we invent the
Names for ourselves that describe us:
Blue black
High yella
Redbone
And in the pure poetry of what
Binds us, we’re ancestral; we’re
9th Ward celestial

….who we is
The blues that infuses
The jazz that we play

…who we is
The hurricane of grief
That feels ever-lasting

….who we is
The bodies cut loose;
We still answer the call

….who we is
The call and response
Of all that’s eternal

…who we is
The gallop we take
Thru all jubilation

….who we is
A ’46 Henri Selmer
B-flat in the hands of
The saints

….who we is
The timing, the rhythm
Boundless, immaculate!
We are ancestral choruses
Of voices that never die

.

.

_____

.

.

 

…..

 

…..My parents met in California after migrating here from Louisiana and Texas. Due to redlining back in the ‘50s, there were areas in Los Angeles where Black people couldn’t purchase homes. I was born in South Central Los Angeles and spent most of my early years there. As an only child I was quiet and really shy. On the other hand, I also had lots of curiosity about life and a big imagination.

…..We didn’t live far from Central Avenue and the Dunbar Hotel, both regarded as the hub of the jazz scene in those years. Louis Armstrong, Duke Ellington, Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holiday, Cab Calloway, Fats Waller, and Lena Horne all played at the Dunbar. Big names like Langston Hughes, Marilyn Monroe, and Mickey Cohen would come to 42nd and Central Avenue (known then as “Little Harlem”) to party and listen to live music. Back then it was the heart and soul of Black culture and society.

 

.

.

_____

.

.

 

The Truth of a California Sun

“I spend a lot of time, just kind of surfing
around in my own consciousness, my own
imagination, searching for a place to go”
…………– Kamasi Washington

I listen to you
In Compton as I grab some paints to render
The likeness of Coltrane, poetry in the palette
And in the warm, communal place of the spirit

As I sit front row
In a gospel storefront church on
Vermont Avenue, Truth is in my
Sacred prayer book & in my
Upraised hands

I stroll with purpose
Starting out in Leimert Park; somehow I arrive
In Boyle Heights, Truth in my headphones and
In my measured footsteps

In the darkened hours of
Midnight, my soul spends the night
In the Dunbar Hotel, Truth on my night
Stand, and newly imagined West Coast
Jazz in my ears

A different template
Tenor saxophonic: always searching for
Truth; born in South Central L.A., a place
Rendered incandescent, opulent. I debate
On whether to dip a toe into the Pacific
Or become completely submerged
Surfing waves of imagination
Waves of melodic poetry

You make me think of Coltrane
After hours of meditative conversation;
In dialects of complexity, you are golden
A California sun, smiled upon by the elders
In a harmonic meeting place where jazz is
Collaborative: Your palette is spiritual,
Timeless; the Truth

.

Listen to the 2017 recording of Kamasi Washington performing “Truth” [Beggars Group Digital Ltd.]

.

 

.

 

Louis: the King of New Orleans

Daddy Jazz
Louisiana man of the hot fives & sevens
Sound of the workaday folks, the dock workers
And domestics, hustlers and scramblers, the
Wagon drivers and the good time women
NOLA life in all its beautiful
And painful complexity

Sweet Papa Dip
A great grandson of slaves
You are the thirteen blocks of
Bourbon Street, making a way from no way
Mostly self-taught and ragging those tunes,
Embellishing the melodies. Nimble-minded,
With just a 5th grade education…you innovative
Genius! On your horn you showed them how
To swing that music, hit those forty-five
High C’s and follow them with a
High E-flat

Spectacular Pops!
Dazzling innovator
Architect of modern jazz in the
Way you finessed those hot melodies
Even Dizzy confessed: “no him, no me”

Dazzling them in Africa,
Playing before kings and queens
In Europe; some called you the
Ambassador of Jazz, but you dug it
The most when dubbed Zulu King
Of Mardi Gras, your gravelly voice a
NOLA billet-doux that you’d sign:
“Red beans and rice-ly yours”

An extension of your trumpet, you riffed that
Scat to the next level. O Jazz Cartographer!
Designing the map for all others to follow…
Perfect pitch, high notes so precise — Blacks
And Blues so modern even Miles proclaimed:
“You can’t play anything on the horn that
Louis hasn’t played”

And your smile!
A triumph over strife
There’s NOLA in the way that you
Summarized: “What we play is
Life”

.

___

.

 

Remembering Duke Ellington

..….“Music is how I live, why I live,
and how I want to be remembered”
………..– Duke Ellington

It was in my solitude that I
Discovered the Duke, jazz like
Elegant love letters addressed to
A sophisticated lady.

Dapper Duke
Musical revolutionary
Categories defied by your
Harlem stride; chromesthesia
In the colors of your sound:

Black
Beige
Brown

My mood swings in colors; my mood
Is indigo. Like dapper Duke, your music
A form of activism:

“I merely took the energy it
Takes to pout and wrote
Some blues”

Blues, tans and browns
Inherent in the swing of your sound
My own mood is indigo, sentimental:

Like a sophisticated lady
Who’s got it bad as she addresses you
Remembers you, still loving you
Madly.

.

Listen to Connie Johnson read “Remembering Duke Ellington”

 

.

 

.

Fats: As I Stride

Did I tell you about the time
I got kidnapped for Al Capone’s delight,
Pleasure in the keys in a 3-day birthday
Jamboree? Even mobsters believe in making
The joint jump! My joy effervescent, my hands
Larger than life: my rhythmic left
My syncopated right

I don’t blame them, goodness knows
Who could resist how I made the keys
Dance; I made ‘em sing, my googly eyes a
Spit in the eye in the Age of Jim Crow. I may
Be black & blue, but I just speakeasy until the
Pain rolls on thru

Stride for stride, inspiring Yardbird’s
Scrapple From the Apple: tasty rhythm
On the left; syncopation on the right!

It was 1929
At Connie’s Inn in Harlem
Where I debuted my soft shoe confection
Step lightly, gents! We ignore those consumed
By jealousy! I’ve left you a musical legacy
On these keys abundant, syncopated
Larger than life: “aw yeah, looka here
Looka here,” I hand you
Honeysuckle Rose!

.

___

.

 

Maybe Marilyn

In the hundreds of hours
She spent listening to Ella
Studying her timing, articulation, phrasing
Maybe she sensed a kindred spirit also born
In poverty and abuse. Cinematic bombshell
Listening to the elegance of Ella’s
‘S Wonderful
But Not For Me

And when they finally met
And Ella told her how she longed to sing
“In one of those fancy places,” maybe Marilyn
Immediately thought of how she could make that
Happen for her in the racially charged ‘50s
At the world famous Mocambo
Sunset Strip nitery, L.A. noir and
Playground to the stars:

Howard Hughes, Bob Hope
Charlie Chaplin, Bogie and Bacall

To be a Negro in the ‘50s and play the Mocambo
The prerequisite was glamour, like that of
Lena Horne and Eartha Kitt: svelte curves
In a decadent playground

Maybe Marilyn thought, what could be more
Glamourous than Ella’s Oh, Lady, Be Good!
And  They Can’t Take That Away From Me?
With one phone call she made it happen
Promising to attend every night Ella was
Booked and to bring plenty of
Fancy stars with her

Friendship
In a Jim Crow era
Already a star, but one phone call changing
The trajectory of her career, Ella said Marilyn:
“was ahead of her time and she didn’t even
know it”

Maybe Marilyn did know it;
Maybe she didn’t. Maybe all
That matters was the boldness
Of a gesture too marvelous
For words

.

___

.

 

Vegas

“If it wasn’t for hustlers, gangsters
and gamblers, there’d be no jazz” – Betty Carter

Okay, so now I just want to drive to Vegas
though money has never been the objective
euros francs rubles yen what’s that again?
None of it makes cents to me

I just like to wander thru casinos & whisper
to each blackjack bandit:
…………………….yr alone
…………….& yr alone
………& yr alone

It comforts me.

So don’t hold all the ways
in which I’ve lost
against me
jazz lacing through tears during
each of my acoustic solos

I only came here to
disappear

.

…………..Previously published in Shot Glass Journal, Issue #40

.

___

.

 

In a Place of Dreams

“Sometimes I think the whole of my life
has been a search to find the one place
………………….I truly belong…”
………….– Nina Simone

Dreams…
Wafting thru the trees
A proliferation of greenery
Parc du Champ de Mars and I just saw
The name of Alexandre Dumas engraved
On the Eiffel Tower: The Three Musketeers
A swashbuckled “one for all, all for one”
And I should read that book one day.

Dreams…
Of a late afternoon in Paris
I sit on a Parc du Champ de Mars bench; two
Women sit down next to me, chattering away to
Each other in French. We sit, sun-lit, and practically
Thigh to thigh: One for all, all for one?  And while it
Feels like an invasion of my personal space,
This is Paris and this is a moment serene
Surrounded by a myriad of trees and the
Birds that my father would feed
If he were here.

Dreams…
And in this moment I think of Nina Simone:
Singular expatriate, so many gestures feeling
Invasive, jarring, even in a place as
Beautiful as Paris.

My story’s not here
Nor that of my father’s. But as the setting sun
Feels like birdsong in a place that is a
Profusion of roses, symbolic of hope…

I dream; I always continue
To dream.

.

.

_____

.

.

 

Nathaniel and Cora Lee Johnson, 1956

.

…..My father was born in Tallulah, Louisiana and grew up with next to nothing, but it didn’t destroy his spirit; it made him tender-hearted. Though he was a good provider, my father struggled with reading. That’s because he’d had to drop out of school at an impossibly young age in order to work and fend for himself in the world. When he met my mother, he said it was like someone handed him a million dollars. That’s the kind of love I grew up witnessing.

…..My mother had wanted to name me Natalie, because it sounded like a combination of my father’s name and hers. But my dad was a huge baseball fan, so he had a different idea. My hunch is that he named me Connie Johnson in honor of the famous Negro Baseball League pitcher. It didn’t matter if he’d had a son or a daughter; his child was going to be named after someone who attained big things in life.

…..My mother had a little college under her belt, having briefly attended Prairie View A&M University in Texas. She was a voracious reader and she instilled that in me. One of my earliest memories is of sitting on her lap as she read the Sunday Funnies to me, and I’m reminded of what the poet Strickland Gillilan wrote:

…………………………Richer than I you can never be –
………………..I had a Mother who read to me

…..My father started to bring home comic books for me to read, mostly ones about cowboys and Superman; my mother subscribed to Highlights, a children’s magazine with the philosophy that “children become their best selves by developing their creativity and imagination.” Aspirational dreams, that’s what my mother had for me.

.

.

_____

.

.

 

A Harlem Photograph

“You can see the picture before it’s taken;
then it’s up to you to get the camera to see”
……………………– James Van Der Zee

Speak to me so I can shiver:
Aspirational magic, dammit!
I’m magic.

Evoke James Van Der Zee
A stylized portrait, negative
Manipulated to make you
Feel seen.

Visual culture, my heart’s
Harlem touchstone. Speak to me with
“Billie’s Blues” as the backdrop
I’m magic!

Ghosts that inhabit jazz are all
A part of this vision, as Van Der Zee
Enhances our truth with his lens;
With sighed resignation
You might claim:

I ain’t good-looking
& my hair ain’t curled…

O baby, shush that!
Come pose and don’t deny magic
Picture us both in a Striver’s Row
Of mobility. Speak to me like the
12-bar aristocrat that you are.

.

___

.

 

Romare Bearden: The Pulse

“There’s always a pulse there.
There are times there’s nothing but the pulse….
Bearden’s paintings are like that”
…………………– Max Roach

Sounds, rhythms
Colors, silences…
Jazz in the pulse

Cerebral, spacing lines
And colors

Jazz on the canvas and all that it
Implies. Blues repetition collage/painted
Onto It. A form of visual jazz, the riffs
Of a theme

In his studio above the Apollo
In the epicenter of it all, jazz
Seeping thru the walls and the
Floorboards

Jazz made visible in cubist shapes
The call & recall of improvisation
Cerebral/intentional/collaborative:

“I jam with you at the Savoy;
I sail with you on a Seabreeze.
I vibe your Paris Blues because I like
to travel; together we watch the good
trains roll by.”

Always in motion
Call and recall in pulsating jazz
Parlance: “I slap Seventh Avenue with
The sole of my shoe”  to get to you

Pulsating…
Pulsating…

Always: JAZZ

.

.

_____

.

.

Connie Johnson, 1958

.

…..I attended Menlo Avenue Elementary School and one day a famous writer from Harlem, New York came to speak to us about American history and civil rights. After his presentation there was an empty chair next to him at a table where he signed autographs for the students. I had never heard of James Baldwin, but I wanted to sit next to him and for once I didn’t let my shyness stop me. He didn’t seem insulted by the unabashed way in which I stared at him, fascinated. I was just a curious kid and he was kind. He looked me squarely in the eyes; and he smiled.

…..After my mother bragged to a neighbor about how I loved to read anything I could get my hands on, that neighbor gifted me with “A Child’s Garden of Verses,” a book of poetry by Robert Louis Stevenson. Later, the first poem I ever felt drawn to memorize was “Dream Variations,” by Langston Hughes. That’s when the seed was planted: “A writer, that’s what I want to be.”

…..In the ‘60s the Black Power movement was in full effect; it did influence me, along with the brass and bravado of other works by Hughes. I was 16 years old when I wrote my first poem and it was published in a small, local newspaper. The opening lines were:

I’m a Black woman, baby…
You better come and check me out,
I can say more with a whisper than
You can with a shout

.

.

_____

.

.

 

 

To Langston, With Love

“Jazz is a heartbeat – its heartbeat is yours.
You will tell me about its perspectives when
you get ready”
………………………..– Langston Hughes

When they call you the father
……………………….Of jazz poetry
I would have to agree with that
It’s back in the ‘20s when you
Started to write it, and for that
I will tip my hat.

I might not break my lines like you
But I’m still inspired thru and thru
You called jazz  “a montage of a
Dream deferred”  for those
Of the darker hue.

You said that jazz is everywhere
Encompassing the rock and the roll
It’s heard in the sound of Billie and Monk
You’d have to say it encompasses the soul.

You can start with the blues
And take it from there; add some Bebop
Boogie and then…No matter how
You decide to anoint it, it’s all
Gonna be jazz in the end.

In the call-and-response
Of your artistry
I could dance to everything that you wrote
Just by the way you’d swing and improvise
You’re the poet I’m always tempted to quote

And if “doing it for the culture” was a person
It would be Langston Hughes without a doubt
The wordplay he wove was so effortless
Isn’t that what being a poet is about?

“Jazz is a heartbeat”
He often would say and on any day I’d have to agree
It’s the men and women of jazz who inspired him
It’s Langston Hughes who inspires me.

.

.

_____

.

.

 In 1981: The poet at her “Mama’s House”

.

…..As a teenager I didn’t have a ton of actual life experience compared to my peers. I didn’t date; my nose was always stuck in a book! I was 19 years old when I met my first love. He was a young Vietnam vet and an aspiring poet/playwright/publisher. He didn’t live in L.A., so much of our relationship was conducted in letters and in the poetry he wrote for me.

…..Over time, he asked me to send him my own poems, so I sat down in 1976 and wrote several that I drew from my imagination or from the ways in which he had affected me. His dream was to get me published, but some of my poems were so wild, free, and deeply personal that they probably were only intended for an audience of one. I wrote one, though, that was about my mother and it summed up how I felt about the foundation in life that she gave me.

.

.

Mama’s House

It is warm here.
Blues
simmer on the
backburner.

Like caesarian stitches
we wear her
love.
Sewn into warmth
we brave the flamelessness
beyond her door.

She hugs us tight
like promises.
we stride because of
her.

Touching mama
we knead her
according to our
tastes.
She resists.
Firm.
and takes her own
shape.

Feeding on
mother wit
we come away full and
wise
as mama
divides her love in
equal halves.

No one goes away
hungry
from this house.

.

.

_____

.

.

Connie Johnson, 1976

 

..With so many miles separating us, in 1976 my poet had another woman in his life; I had another man in mine. “High In Public Places,” “The Moon Within My Hands,” “In the Silence of This Foreign Land,” “The Harvest,” “Where There’s Smoke,” “Hieroglyphics,” “L.A. Woman,” “& Drunken Tourists Bring Cameras to San Francisco,” “Someplace, Not Here,” “After It’s Over”: just a handful of the other poems I wrote that year under my full given name: Connie Sue Johnson. I never go by that, personally or professionally, but in this case and with these particular titles, it felt right.

…..When the door closed on the relationship with my poetry muse, I didn’t feel moved to get any of what I wrote for him published. My major in college was journalism, but poetry never entirely vanished from my mind…

.

.

_____

.

.

 

I Thought About You

Today I thought about the time I saw
Carmen McRae in a shoe store in
West Hollywood, 20th century siren
But not unapproachable. I thought of
Vinyl records, mood shifting from
Tears to a smile. That’s a gift, her voice
A shadowy dream:  (Same old dream…
And approachable, like dreams
Can seem to be

Vinyl record, a penny on the needle to keep it
From skipping. Picture a sequined chanteuse
At the mic and the way she sang the words:
……………………………Same old dream….
It evokes longing, cigarette smoke
Ghosts on a train

Some dreams will out-live us all

But now a good question to ask is:
What do my feet look like in these
High heels with no pedicure?
And does this store carry seamed stockings
Black like I like them?

I like these kinds of distractions

They take my mind off unanswerable dreams
Notes floating like cigarette smoke, fragile steps
In too-tight sequined heels

Originally published in Jerry Jazz Musician; April 30, 2023

 

.

Listen to Connie Johnson read “I Thought About You”

.

 

.

 

Unquenchable

O Afroesque burlesque
stripped down to honey, mellifluous
in all that I want to say to you: I’m the
kicked off stilettos that once pointed to
the east, west and south of your intentions

I travel on foot;
it’ll take me a minute
to reach you

Let me skim the map
of your subtle topography
I’ve been baptized in tears so every
step I take is intentional. I am the wine
you can only find in Sonoma; you are the deep
Bebop blessing of the sip. It must be clear to you
now that I’m unquenchable

Honey
Mellifluous
And you might have to
have to pour into me
forever

.

___

.

 

This May Only Be A Dream

Envelope me
Use your pen to describe me
I like the way you wrote me into existence
Write me in long hand, you can’t apply
Technology to me. Our love makes more sense
On lined paper, ink-stained, with no auto-correct

Finish my sentences
It’ll all go to waste otherwise
Unfiltered, a pocketful of blackverse

A door left ajar

Just saying goodbye felt like
A generational curse, shedding tears
In the stanzas. (And deferred dreams
Don’t die; they only multiply

It’s called exchange of magic
You can’t steal words I willingly
Gave you. I see the way you still carry me
In this world; do that sweet thing again
Where you conjure me into existence

It’s a writer’s prerogative
Our story in a volume of poetry, sold only
In the bookstore of your mind. Autographed
Decipherable to just a few. Write us down on
Lined paper, old school. End it with the
Sonorous sigh of Johnny Hartman:

“for all we know…”

.

Listen to the 1980 recording of Johnny Hartman singing “For All We Know,” with Joe Wilder (trumpet); Franks Wess (tenor saxophone/flute); Billy Taylor (piano); Al Gafa (guitar); Victor Gaskin (bass); and Keith Copeland (drums). [BeeHive Records]

.

 

.

 

The Words We Chose

“The words choose the poet”
………– Quincy Troupe

Homeward, but
Idling at the stoplight
Hip Hop from a neighboring car
Drowning out my Modern Jazz
Suddenly there are your words
From my archival memory:

“I hope there are no
red lights for us”

It was your words that made
Me speed down neon-lit avenues
Every light urging me to “go…go
.…Go!” I could recite every word
That you wrote to me: spirits in the
Ether and salvation in the stanzas
All of what you said to me
Directed my path

Illuminated
And laced with music
Hopeful healing in the stanzas
And all that could be read between the lines
My words are what you carried on your journey;
It’s the unspoken words that could have
Carried us home

.

.

_____

.

.

Connie Johnson, offices of Soul Publications, 1977

.

…..Poetry vs Journalism: While I realize now that it never had to be an either/or choice, I decided to focus on journalism. And life moved pretty quickly after that. I dropped out of Cal State University, Los Angeles and served as the editor of Soul Publications for a year. I later freelanced for the Los Angeles Herald-Examiner and its competitor, the Los Angeles Times. I wrote articles that appeared in Billboard, Music Connection, Black Stars (its parent company being the Johnson Publication Company, which also publishes Ebony and Jet), and Players, a men’s magazine once edited by the poet Wanda Coleman.

…..I have no formal training in writing poetry, but probably the best advice for any aspiring poet is from James Baldwin:

………………..“Read, read, read, never stop reading.
…….And when you can’t read anymore…WRITE.”

.

.

_____

.

.

 

You Brought Me the Light

Afrique noir
Mirror it back to me

You introduced me to First Light
By Freddie Hubbard
& I can picture you as the teenage boy you were
When you first heard it

1971: (jazz prematurely declared dead
Fusion bringing it back to life
Freddie Hubbard, an iconic resuscitator
Silk my ears & I will pronounce this afrique noir

You can take me lots of places
In eleven minutes
To worlds even beyond Motown/Stax
You already know I’m hip to what’s
Dramatic, tempting & wondrous
There’s room on my record shelf
For even more

I’m ready for some post-bop
In this light bulb moment
& I’d snap my fingers & say “ah ha!”
But I’m too in the zone to utter
The obvious

Jazz: grown & ethereal
Grown & mystic

This is my music now.

.

………………Originally published in Jerry Jazz Musician; April 13, 2023

.

 

Listen to the 1971 recording of Freddie Hubbard performing “First Light” [Columbia/Legacy]

.

.

 

And We Know Within Three Notes

“A genius is the one most like himself”
………………………..-Thelonious Monk

So I’m curious
‘Round Midnight
Were you one of those who
Tried to imitate the Melodious One
Who defied margins; the misdiagnosed
Untethered sage?

Poignancy in the humanity
Angularity in language; humor
Trinkle Tinkle:  iconic
Unorthodox; harmonically cryptic
That’s right: I Mean You

Hits improvised
Outside the box (where is the box?)
Dangled cigarettes; splayed fingers
All you gave ‘em was  Straight
No Chaser

A goatee and beret with some
Bebop in your walk, ready to
Receive what’s been bestowed:
“all ways know”
A philosophy; a way to approach
Both life and music

Free
Genius, Outsider
Sublime; were you tempted
To imitate one who was an
Original all of the time?

Well, You Needn’t

.

___

.

 

Peep This

One note
Filled with Memphis Blues
Spoken so distinctively, honed on
Post – Bebop in Ray Charles’ classroom
Sometimes whispering, always powerful
Joy deliverance on an alto sax

Hank Crawford
I heard him play at the Parisian Room in L.A.
His swinging stamp of jazz, the way he delivered it,
He sang thru his horn in southern
Baptist/post-Bebop bliss

The blues in his DNA
The church in his bloodline
I’m surprised nobody passed the plate on The Peeper,
Its bluesy cry taking us to a different kind of church
Full of sharkskin cool papas in custom-made gators
Not reserved for Sunday

Oh, Hank read that room
Full of sepia-and-bronze thrills, jazz with a
Church house holla, the weight of it and the
Swing so undeniably his

The Parisian Room, now a post office
Named after Ray Charles. But on that night
Yes, Lord! It was the signature of Hank
That delivered

.

.

___

.

.

 

freedom suite: Haiku

.

A blue note Sunday,
My father in his church suit
Plays some Jimmy Smith

.

Classic John Handy
We dig that jazz/funk hybrid,
Hard work on vinyl

.

Trade these old records
Jazz marked down to four dollars
Genius in my hand

.

A dog-eared copy
Of Downbeat, pages flutter
Ella’s Flying Home

.

Diving underground
Spirits and jazz co-mingle
I can feel you now

.

What’s more free than jazz?
Pinpoints of light surround us
The soul reveals all

.

Essential Coltrane’s
In a Sentimental Mood
Paradise complete

.

………….Originally published in Jerry Jazz Musician; July 5, July 24, and September 27, 2023 

.

___

.

I’m Trying to Get to Know You

Tonight it’s about Pushkin
And Bukowski. Let’s share a cab
And discuss poetry with the driver
I might hum a few notes from that
Bit of hard bop I can’t get
Out of my head

Butterfly at me quick, always in my peripheral
Frantic riffs and this tune ain’t for no amateurs
Explosive scales on an east coast cityscape and
A wingspan of deference so bright & breezy

And so…
What do you know about Wayne Shorter?
Hard bop, so precisely. Like a sax-infused
Dream I can’t get out of my head. His
Eighty nine ways of saying:

“I’m making strides to have
dialogue with life”

Let’s talk poetry and everything we know
About all that encompasses life:

I’m trying to
Get to know you

.

___

.

 

I Have Almost Everything

And everything you say to me is velvet
Enveloped in scat, a language I understand
From the inside of a shot glass. It’s elementary
Feeling sacred. Almost like a benediction
Like Ella, like pearls before all that was
Meant to be mine

Don’t get shy now, sunlight glittering
Off your tongue. That’s a surprise, I thought
You’d be more comfortable with moonlight
Adventurous, feeling more than mysterioso

why can’t i have love like that brought to me?

It’s a reasonable request
Though ordinarily I travel light
Everything I own close at hand
Lacking little, a sacred benediction
And don’t get me started because who says
I want you to know where I’m coming from?

Maybe I don’t want to tell you
All of my secrets, like how amazing I find it
That life can be distilled into one golden wail of
A Billy Strayhorn declaration. Everything
Is elementary, my dear

I want something to live for

.

Originally published in Jerry Jazz Musician; January 20, 2023

.

Listen to Connie Johnson read “I Have Almost Everything”

.

.

_____

.

.

 

 

…..It’s taken me many years to really think of myself as a poet. I’ve had to find my own techniques for doing this, and I can understand the approach of Linda Pastan who said that when she was young:

“Poetry kept me company. I read poems as if they were letters written to me, and I wrote poems back as answers.”

…..I truly relate to that.

…..A love for reading…if it hadn’t been instilled in me as a child, I doubt that I would be a writer today. With each poem, I grow in confidence as I am reminded of “Billie’s Blues,” when Lady Day sang:

I ain’t good looking
And my hair ain’t curled
But my mother, she gave me something
It’s going to carry me through this world

.

.

Listen to the 1965 recording of Ella Fitzgerald (with Duke Ellington) performing “I Want Something to Live For”  [Universal Music Group]

 

.

.

_____

.

.

Connie Johnson is an L.A.-based writer who turns to poets like Gwendolyn Brooks, Lucille Clifton, and Audre Lorde when she needs a little inspiration. And she agrees with Clifton who said: “Poetry is a matter of life, not just a matter of language.”  Johnson’s poems have appeared or will be forthcoming in Iconoclast, Haight-Ashbury Literary Journal, Jerry Jazz Musician, San Pedro River Review, Shot Glass Journal, Voicemail Poems, Misfit Magazine, Mudfish 23, Cholla Needles, Exit 13, Glint Literary Journal, Rye Whiskey Review and Door Is a Jar.

 

.

.

.

___

.

.

Click here to read The Sunday Poem

Click here for information about how to submit your poetry or short fiction

Click here to subscribe to the (free) Jerry Jazz Musician quarterly newsletter

Click here to help support the ongoing publication of Jerry Jazz Musician, and to keep it commercial-free (thank you!)

.

___

.

Jerry Jazz Musician…human produced (and AI-free) since 1999

.

.

Share this:

2 comments on “In a Place of Dreams: Connie Johnson’s album of jazz poetry, music, and life stories”

  1. Ms. Johnson, this online chapbook (what else would one call it?) is a remarkable creative achievement that brings jazz alive on the page, and lifts a reader’s spirits with its wild imagination, and deep insight into how jazz blesses those who listen to it.

    1. “…jazz blesses those who listen to it”? Yes, I couldn’t agree with you more, Mr Newell.

      Thank you very much!

Comment on this article:

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

In This Issue

"Nina" by Marsha Hammel
A Collection of Jazz Poetry — Winter, 2024 Edition...One-third of the Winter, 2024 collection of jazz poetry is made up of poets who have only come to my attention since the publication of the Summer, 2023 collection. What this says about jazz music and jazz poetry – and this community – is that the connection between the two art forms is inspirational and enduring, and that poets are finding a place for their voice within the pages of this website. (Featuring the art of Marsha Hammel)

The Sunday Poem

"Zambramomania" by Roberto Nucci/CC BY-NC-SA-4.0 DEED
“The Eye Tapes…Monument to my Jazzy Eye” by Anita Lerek

Poetry

Proceeding From Behind: A collection of poems grounded in the rhythmic, relating to the remarkable, by Terrance Underwood...A relaxed, familiar comfort emerges from the poet Terrance Underwood’s language of intellectual acuity, wit, and space – a feeling similar to one gets while listening to Monk, or Jamal, or Miles. I have long wanted to share his gifts as a poet on an expanded platform, and this 33-poem collection – woven among his audio readings, music he considers significant to his story, and brief personal comments – fulfills my desire to do so.

Black History

The Harlem Globetrotters/photo via Wikimedia Commons
A Black History Month Profile: The Harlem Globetrotters...In this 2005 interview, Ben Green, author of Spinning the Globe: The Rise, Fall, and Return to Greatness of the Harlem Globetrotters, discusses the complex history of the celebrated Black touring basketball team.

Black History

photo of Zora Neale Hurston by Carl Van Vechten/Library of Congress
A Black History Month Profile: Zora Neale Hurston...In a 2002 interview, Carla Kaplan, editor of Zora Neale Hurston: A Life in Letters, talks about the novelist, anthropologist, playwright, folklorist, essayist and poet

Black History

Eubie Blake
A Black History Month Profile – Pianist and composer Eubie Blake...In this 2021 Jerry Jazz Musician interview, Eubie Blake biographers Ken Bloom and Richard Carlin discuss the legendary composer of American popular song and jazz during the 20th century

Feature

Jamie Branch's 2023 album "Fly or Die Fly or Die Fly or Die ((world war))"
On the Turntable— The “Best Of the ‘Best Of’” in 2023 jazz recordings...A year-end compilation of jazz albums oft mentioned by a wide range of critics as being the best of 2023 - including the late trumpeter Jamie Branch's Fly or Die Fly or Die Fly or Die ((world war))

Essay

"Lester Leaps In" by Tad Richards
"Jazz and American Poetry," an essay by Tad Richards...In an essay that first appeared in the Greenwood Encyclopedia of American Poetry in 2005, Tad Richards - a prolific visual artist, poet, novelist, and nonfiction writer who has been active for over four decades – writes about the history of the connection of jazz and American poetry.

Interview

photo of Pepper Adams/courtesy of Pepper Adams Estate
Interview with Gary Carner, author of Pepper Adams: Saxophone Trailblazer...The author speaks with Bob Hecht about his book and his decades-long dedication to the genius of Pepper Adams, the stellar baritone saxophonist whose hard-swinging bebop style inspired many of the top-tier modern baritone players.

Interview

IISG, CC BY-SA 2.0 , via Wikimedia Commons
Interview with Judith Tick, author of Becoming Ella Fitzgerald: The Jazz Singer Who Transformed American Song...The author discusses her book, a rich, emotionally stirring, exceptional work that explores every element of Ella’s legacy in great depth, reminding readers that she was not only a great singing artist, but also a musical visionary and social activist.

Poetry

Trading Fours with Douglas Cole is an occasional series of the writer’s poetic interpretations of jazz recordings and film. This edition is influenced by Stillpoint, the 2021 album by Zen practitioner Barrett Martin

Playlist

“Latin Tinges in Modern Jazz” – a playlist by Bob Hecht...A nine-hour long Spotify playlist featuring songs by the likes of Horace Silver, Lee Morgan, Miles Davis, Wayne Shorter, Ahmad Jamal, and Dizzy Gillespie that demonstrates how the Latin music influence on jazz has been present since the music’s beginnings.

Poetry

[Columbia Legacy]
“On Becoming A Jazz Fanatic In The Early 1970’s” – 20 linked short poems by Daniel Brown

Short Fiction

Christerajet, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons
Short Fiction Contest-winning story #64 — “The Old Casino” by J.B. Marlow...The author's award-winning story takes place over the course of a young man's life, looking at all the women he's loved and how the presence of a derelict building informs those relationships.

Feature

George Shearing/Associated Booking Corporation/James Kriegsmann, New York, via Wikimedia Commons
True Jazz Stories: “An Evening With George,” by Terry Sanville...The writer tells his story of playing guitar with a symphony orchestra, backing up jazz legend George Shearing.

Short Fiction

Defense Visual Information Distribution Service/via Picryl.com
“Afloat” – a finalist in the 64th Jerry Jazz Musician Short Fiction Contest – is about a troubled man in his 40s who lessens his worries by envisioning himself and loved ones on a boat that provides safety and ease for all of them.

Poetry

The poet Connie Johnson in 1981
In a Place of Dreams: Connie Johnson’s album of jazz poetry, music, and life stories...A collection of the remarkable poet's work is woven among her audio readings, a personal narrative of her journey and music she considers significant to it, providing readers the chance to experience the full value of her gifts.

Book Excerpt

Book Excerpt from Becoming Ella Fitzgerald: The Jazz Singer Who Transformed American Song, by Judith Tick...The author writes about highlights of Ella’s career, and how the significance of her Song Book recordings is an example of her “becoming” Ella.

Community

Nominations for the Pushcart Prize XLVIII

Interview

photo courtesy of Henry Threadgill
Interview with Brent Hayes Edwards, co-author (with Henry Threadgill) of Easily Slip Into Another World: A Life in Music...The author discusses his work co-written with Threadgill, the composer and multi-instrumentalist widely recognized as one of the most original and innovative voices in contemporary music, and the winner of the 2016 Pulitzer Prize for Music.

Poetry

art by Russell duPont
Three jazz poets…three jazz poems...Takes on love and loss, and memories of Lady Day, Prez, Ella, Louis, Dolphy and others…

Playlist

photo by William Gottlieb/Library of Congress
“A Baker’s Dozen Playlist of Ella Fitzgerald Specialties from Five Decades,” as selected by Ella biographer Judith Tick...Chosen from Ella’s entire repertoire, Ms. Tick’s intriguing playlist (with brief commentary) is a mix of studio recordings, live dates, and video, all available for listening here.

Poetry

"Jazz Trio" by Samuel Dixon
A collection of jazz haiku, Vol. 2...The 19 poets included in this collection effectively share their reverence for jazz music and its culture with passion and brevity.

Jazz History Quiz #170

photo of Dexter Gordon by Brian McMillen
This bassist played with (among others) Charlie Parker, Erroll Garner, Nat King Cole and Dexter Gordon (pictured), was one of the earliest modern jazz tuba soloists, and was the only player to turn down offers to join both Duke Ellington’s Orchestra and the Louis Armstrong All-Stars. Who is he?

Interview

From the Interview Archive: A 2011 conversation with Alyn Shipton, author of Hi-De-Ho: The Life of Cab Calloway...In this interview, Shipton discusses Cab Calloway, whose vocal theatrics and flamboyant stage presence made him one of the country’s most beloved entertainers.

Community

Nominations for the Pushcart Prize XLVIII...announcing the six Jerry Jazz Musician-published writers nominated for the prestigious literary award

Poetry

Gotfryd, Bernard, photographer, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
“Devotion” – a poem and 11 “Musings on Monk,” by Connie Johnson

Photography

photo of Mal Waldron by Giovanni Piesco
Beginning in 1990, the noted photographer Giovanni Piesco began taking backstage photographs of many of the great musicians who played in Amsterdam’s Bimhuis, that city’s main jazz venue which is considered one of the finest in the world. Jerry Jazz Musician will occasionally publish portraits of jazz musicians that Giovanni has taken over the years. This edition is of the pianist/composer Mal Waldron, taken on three separate appearances at Bimhuis (1996, 2000 and 2001).

Interview

Leffler, Warren K/Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
A Black History Month Profile: Civil Rights Leader Bayard Rustin...

Community

FOTO:FORTEPAN / Kölcsey Ferenc Dunakeszi Városi Könyvtár / Petanovics fényképek, CC BY-SA 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons
.“Community Bookshelf, #1"...a twice-yearly space where writers who have been published on Jerry Jazz Musician can share news about their recently authored books. This edition includes information about books published within the last six months or so…

Short Fiction

photo by Thomas Leuthard/Wikimedia Commons
“The Winslows Take New Orleans” a short story by Mary Liza Hartong...This story, a finalist in the recently concluded 64th Jerry Jazz Musician Short Fiction Contest, tells the tale of Uncle Cheapskate and Aunt Whiner, those pesky relatives you love to hate and hate to love.

Short Fiction

painting of Gaetano Donizetti by Francesco Coghetti/via Wikimedia Commons
“A Single Furtive Tear” – a short story by Dora Emma Esze...A short-listed entry in the recently concluded 64th Jerry Jazz Musician Short Fiction Contest, the story is a heartfelt, grateful monologue to one Italian composer, dead and immortal of course, whose oeuvre means so much to so many of us.

Interview

photo by William Gottlieb/Library of Congress
Interview with Alyn Shipton, author of The Gerry Mulligan 1950’s Quartets...Long regarded as jazz music’s most eminent baritone saxophonist, Gerry Mulligan was a central figure in “cool” jazz whose contributions to it also included his important work as a composer and arranger. Noted jazz scholar Alyn Shipton, author of The Gerry Mulligan 1950s Quartets, and Jerry Jazz Musician contributing writer Bob Hecht discuss Mulligan’s unique contributions to modern jazz.

Book Excerpt

“Chick” Webb was one of the first virtuoso drummers in jazz and an innovative bandleader dubbed the “Savoy King,” who reigned at Harlem’s world-famous Savoy Ballroom. Stephanie Stein Crease is the first to fully tell Webb’s story in her biography, Rhythm Man: Chick Webb and the Beat that Changed America…The book’s entire introduction is excerpted here.

Short Fiction

pixabay.com via Picryl.com
“The Silent Type,” a short story by Tom Funk...The story, a finalist in the recently concluded 64th Short Fiction Contest, is inspired by the classic Bob Dylan song “Tangled Up in Blue” which speculates about what might have been the back story to the song.

Book Excerpt

Book excerpt from Easily Slip Into Another World: A Life in Music, by Henry Threadgill and Brent Hayes Edwards

Contributing Writers

Click the image to view the writers, poets and artists whose work has been published on Jerry Jazz Musician, and find links to their work

Art

Designed for Dancing: How Midcentury Records Taught America to Dance: “Outtakes” — Vol. 2...In this edition, the authors Janet Borgerson and Jonathan Schroeder share examples of Cha Cha Cha record album covers that didn't make the final cut in their book

Pressed for All Time

“Pressed For All Time,” Vol. 17 — producer Joel Dorn on Rahsaan Roland Kirk’s 1967 album, The Inflated Tear

Coming Soon

An interview with Tad Richards, author of Jazz With a Beat: Small Group Swing, 1940 - 1960;  an interview with Laura Flam and Emily Sieu Liebowitz, authors of But Will You Love Me Tomorrow? An Oral History of the 60's Girl Groups;  a new collection of jazz poetry; a collection of jazz haiku; a new Jazz History Quiz; short fiction; poetry; photography; interviews; playlists; and lots more in the works...

Interview Archive

Eubie Blake
Click to view the complete 22 year archive of Jerry Jazz Musician interviews, including those recently published with Richard Carlin and Ken Bloom on Eubie Blake (pictured); Richard Brent Turner on jazz and Islam; Alyn Shipton on the art of jazz; Shawn Levy on the original queens of standup comedy; Travis Atria on the expatriate trumpeter Arthur Briggs; Kitt Shapiro on her life with her mother, Eartha Kitt; Will Friedwald on Nat King Cole; Wayne Enstice on the drummer Dottie Dodgion; the drummer Joe La Barbera on Bill Evans; Philip Clark on Dave Brubeck; Nicholas Buccola on James Baldwin and William F. Buckley; Ricky Riccardi on Louis Armstrong; Dan Morgenstern and Christian Sands on Erroll Garner; Maria Golia on Ornette Coleman.

Site Archive