Pinkston Band Alumni

Written for : Mr. Eddie "Prop" Washington
Retired Music Teacher of L.G.Pinkston H.S.
Date: February 24, 2007
Author: Midnight Blue
*This was the first time/ piece I have ever read publicly from my private collection. Thank you Rodney for your confidence and support.
Natural Stimuli
Are you ready for a soothing endeavor an emotional trip? I know you are...
Go on in, I know the room is dark, you know the darkness....it has to be, to enjoy This Natural Stimuli!
You see it, the stage....black curtain, a few stands, a dim over head light. I know what I came for but, where is it? I can't feel it...feel it....feel it.
Pick your table, any table don't worry baby the vibration will reach you.
Candle lit room, cubes hitting glasses, smoke ringlets, Royal Crown or any brown, whispers in the air, ladies gathered, glancing, dressed to knock him out. Men speaking slick, quick jive, no ties. Waiting, watching, wanting....That Natural Stimuli!
We've come together, gathered, yearning, burning, can't wait for out next hit...Music, Real Music.....Jazz.

Does it matter who plays tonight? Oh yeah, it matters. I need my sound and silence organized just right to arouse me. My soul is longing. Just know I gotta have it.
May as well get ready to have a night to remember; All of your favorites may stop by for a set or two or three.
Dark skinned, bright smile, hair knunked just right. Keys played with perfection, voice covered with smokey deepness, the women wanna weep....No one like him...What! Who? Is that Nat?
I hear drums rolling, strokes, clean rhythms, keeping time.
Big Robust in appearance, calloused fingers, Gold fingers, thumping, life giving , heartbeat of rhythm, foundation laying, Stand-Up Bass is how I like it.
I sware I hear a force hard to reckon with, fingers moving swift, controlled sound, grabbing your attention in a choke hold, I know Coltran aint on Sax. So, I look again to see sheets and sheets of sound. Damn, This Natural Stimuli!!!
Swinging , sweet stings, hard to duplicate, is it Dizzie, Q or Winton making that damn Trumpet scream-m-m-m-m?
Set after set. Just when I think I've had enough. I can't move. I'm locked in. The atmosphere is charged with interpretation, appreciation, wonder and vibes.
I've just witnessed the heart and soul of melody, the crescendo, the climax, uniqueness, romance, execution, entertained and moved, arrested by the authority of music.
You think enough is enough, how high can this Natural Stimuli take a man? It's a burning passion he feels so much so that he had to share it with someone, anyone who can't figure out why they hear music in everything, everywhere. So much love for this high that you dedicate your life's work to it. Teaching, learning, sharing, impacting, perfecting, laughing and crying for it, until it invades your private time.....Natural Stimuli.
Can you see him, sitting in his favorite chair, glancing over seeing his truest love nearby giving him a wink, his love of music stirring up his emotions, Lou Rawl's famous baritone voice permeating the room with rich, silky tones and all is good on His Natural Stimuli.................Music.

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