Lawrence Upton

Marcus Vergette St Ives Jazz Club 2nd August 2006

He gets verve. He works it.
Gets it as one might a kettle.
Drums it. Rumbles it.
Subjects to analysis.
Extends. Tends to words
he voids – unverves – varies
verve reverses it. Reverses it, voices, it
heavily overtoned, heartily
overturned an upside-down crate
of apples. Gets vast. Wakes it.
Makes it conscious, conscious of itself, conscious is it
functional in extremes, well-
redolent; well, really well

He opens the black fingering as easily as the grave backs into a face
Life defies the easy and the written determined by the hidden to reveal the exact
The exact is only perfect here, in an imagination

Pete Kubryk-Townsend
(as part of Viv Rodd Trio), St Ives Jazz Club 12 September 2006

sometimes the bass goes first

and often they diverge

making interesting
detours, elaborating
the bind between
breaking time a
moving innate voice is
dead stop
walking but staying, slap
Styx against banks of muttering listeners

The bass plays back at him.
They go at it. Jigging, on
the spot, on top of the world
near the tip at the end.

Really working at it.
Joy on his face. The bass
impressive. But both naked
in some big ways, descending
each step and scraping off
for joie de vivre’s élan
and getting off on each tune
up a squeezed ascent,
getting now, here, quickly;
getting to knew, how contentedly

Copyright Lawrence Upton © 2006

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