David Custis Kimball - blog
You: Why Dave; why now?
Me: Well, I've a two talented kids; the younger said, 'Stop with the lectures.' Then asked, 'Dad, can I help you set up a blog?' Moments later, Me: 'OK, that's a great idea, thinkin' they might just read it someday.
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Winston Davids, 1969 - Trinity College Valedictorian - 1970; known endeavor: actuarial contributions to The Donald; since has contacted me and sadly is quite ill. Ask prayers for recovery; thanks for his brilliance and music.
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History, Music - Keith Jarrett Trio, in All the Things You Are, today reminds me when about 40 years ago, a bunch of us Vietnam draftee student ready to escape went to the Wesleyan Chapel, Middleton, CT, to hear the Charles Lloyd Quartet, Keith Jarrett at the piano. Keith played and it looked as if he were breaking his fingers on the keyboard, the sound so loud and synchronous that the lights in the chandeliers would flicker in some jazzed beat, and us hopeful and faithful students would rise even higher in delight. Keith remains the master of jazz, and today watching the video, not breaking his fingers, but his hands look like Kung Fu masters in a Spiderjazz Piano flick. The grace and power is there, but curried with favor that goes with a master projecting timeless his talent.
Which also sends a big heck sakes out there for Winston Davids, another master Piano Man to put at least his Etude Par Les Sempem Duat (sp) or Bally High or that Quixotic Quazi- Faust of Alkan’s on YouTube or send me the mp3. Winston Davids could play anything heard once and/or from the 14th century in any key. At my wedding, I wanted him to play at the National Cathedral, but timing was short and they had their procedures. But happily he played at our reception, and post reception, I heard my brother offered the piano man at the Georgetown Inn $100 to take a break, but somehow he took that as an insult and a fight broke out, voiding the artistically comforting setting that would allow Winston to play.
So you see how wars could start. Music perhaps should be outlawed, especially the best. It spoils the ear, the heart and the soul … so it expects goodness and tries to see (in this case - hear) goodness, even when it’s not there. I grew up in a household where my father had both our phone lines installed with buzzers. The ring being too pleasant, he thought, and would not be answered fast enough. But he was a doctor,a pathologist and pediatrician, who spent months in just liberated Dachau, tending to the survivors, becoming the CO, and learning from the autopsies of those who made no noise. Dad really didn’t like music. And I installed a music system throughout his office, but the volumes were usually turned off, if his nurses happened to listen, occasionally. He enjoyed the few sounds of nature in the Forest Preserve of suburban Chicago, on his horse, his Arabian mare named Tammy, whose forebearers survived the cruel desert were death is more often friend than foe.
But then, once in awhile, he would dance, and I heard that in a club in Chicago with my sister and friend, a professional dancer, did a fair Charleston. One needs to go beyond war, grief, even if it’s that illegal best music ever.
