4 posts tagged “dad”

One of the iconic songs of a century gone by. "Just the way you are." A mans confession to a woman that she is just what she "is" and that's all he needs. Here is what I believe. Women are wonderfully divine creatures (a mundane statement, but I'm going somewhere with this; follow me). In the beginning God created Man. He said that Man mustn't be alone; so looking at what He created and all its imperfections known only to God (the creator) He made some improvements to this species. Hence Woman ( Man 2.0). She is self-containing and preserving for the existence of Man. Not only is she as smart (most times smarter) as Man she is cunning, wise and very beautiful. There are so many examples of this I will allow you (the reader) to ponder all the great women you know past and present...

Back to my point, If I were to take a long trip to an unknown place with no knowledge of my return, what would I take? A compass, a map; maybe my cell phone? No, I'm taking my (not that I own her,but she's not his she's mine) Woman. She comes with food (you know she used to feed me when I couldn't feed myself), the ability to please me (not in a selfish way; but I am a Man), she is patient, she has a love that I will never comprehend only yearn for and her mind processes in ways that gives us an advantage, two minds are better than mine alone (although two women [working together] can out think a nation of men). So I find myself preparing for this trip (life's journey), and as I gather the things I need for my voyage (money, clothes, car and things), I would leave them all if I could only carry just one...Woman.

a humbled man,

Bycha Buxton
buxtonbycha@aol.com

Young brotha being young is a requirement; getting old is a privilege. Young brotha I've tried to be an example of a "Strong Black Man" for you; but life can get in the way at times. Young brotha no matter your circumstance never give up, if it (life) knocks you down, get up, dust off and get going. I'm here; I will help you young brotha. I've tried to clear a path for you; so follow me, but not too close cause I've stepped in some traps along the way. It truly is a jungle and you are the prey. Yes my young lion the [lion]keeper is closing in; but I'm here to help you.

Young brotha you can't do it alone, don't even try it. I'm here; I will help you. Even when you can't see me young brotha, cause the brush is too thick, believe me when I tell you I'm making a way through this madness. I love you, I'm here; I will help you young brotha. Don't tell me I don't understand; I just cut the path your going through. They say "when your going through hell don't stop...keep going". I'm clearing the way. I'm here; I will help you, just keep going.

Someone is helping me young brotha; he's just up ahead, clearing the path. And when he tires you'll pass by where he rests; give him respect he loves you too. And young brotha when it's time, you'll know...stand tall and make us all proud. We've been cut and beat and bruised trying to make a way through this jungle. Don't let us down were counting on you...and the young brotha behind you is too.

a Brotha, a Father, a Son;

Bycha Buxton
buxtonbycha@aol.com

It's hard not to get teary eyed and full in the throat thinking about my Dad (God bless you). He's still living and in better shape than me. The older I get the smarter he is (I'm sure I'll be saying that again). I remember growing up and hearing my Dad play 'A Night in Tunisia', on the Steinway piano he had bought me for my birthday (was that gift really for me Dad?). Dizzy Gillespie wrote that classic atop a garbage can in 1942. Dad has many bailiwicks, but one is as a professional piano tuner a dying art. I learned my love of music in this environment. Eventually I got into fusion jazz artists like Pat Metheny, Lyle Mays and the Yellow Jackets etc. Only to peak my curiosity and delve into be-bop and hard-bop. "My era" the era I love most is 1956-1965 the music there was phenomenal Art Blakey (one of my favorite artists),Bud Powell, Lee Morgan, Dave Brubeck, Thelonious Monk, John Coltrane, Miles Davis, and on and on that was to me and is jazz at its pinnacle. This page links to some of the greatest performances the world ever has seen .

Jazz was made in America. It is one of the few things that came from an expression of African American's pain and pleasure during the "roaring twenties". If you want to know ' what jazz is' you have to feel it..hear it; it takes you into its' analogous world of tonal expression, colour and dexterity. It has evolved and progressed only to be infused into R&B, Pop and the Hip-Hop culture. I was recently (this summer) at the Atlanta Jazz Festival with 10,000 other jazz lovers. Me, Big Brother and Cousin Neda, we got to see Billy Harper (another favorite), Patrice Rushen and the great Herbie Hancock. I called my Dad from the greens while Herbie was playing, he said "I've been watching Herbie on YouTube!" (the internet is great). Once my Dad and I went to see McCoy Tyner perform, I had a great time Dad (a precious memory). Jazz is truly an American art form and I really love my Dad, thank you for a life that has been so much richer with music as apart of it.

Your toe-tapping son,

Bycha Buxton
buxtonbycha@aol.com

NYA'S SNOW SONG (The Love For My Daughter)

                                                     
So now I exit.
The long road to the future.

Where will I go? What will I encounter? What will I remember?

The snow song. My Nya's favorite.

Our tribute to the time we spent together.

I will miss the time we shared, My young accomplice.

We learned together how difficult love can be. I love you my child.

Listen to the soft winds of change. How subtle.

It wont be to long. Just long enough.

To say goodbye. Before I see you again.