As I started writing I put it once more and even now I am doing that movement almost involuntary, letting the rhythm take me with it, letting that saxophone caress me, play with me as I sit here helpless with the piano chords holding me down, almost helpless.
Not that I am complaining. Far from it. The stupid grin on my face says otherwise, it is fun. And I guess this is the real charm of that piece. It is on one hand extremely easy on the ear, not challenging, non confrontational , but on the other hand complex and always interesting even in the fifth or sixth time in a row. Row. That could be another metaphor, rowing a boat up a stream, with that rhythm keeping everybody in tune. Yes, that is a good metaphor. Too bad I thought about the train one first. Oh well.
Now, I have a confession to make. A couple of minutes ago I had a momentary weakness and I second guessed myself, thinking that maybe I was a bit harsh in the first paragraph, maybe I should really try harder to find out what else did Brubeck wrote or recorded.
I started looking around in my old cd collection, and as usual in YouTube and other sites, to see what else I can find. And I did find some very nice things. Nice being the key word. I can imagine myself listening to some of his other work as background music to something relaxing, maybe even the morning coffee. But that is about it.
Dace Brubeck gave the world 'take five'. That is all I need. That is all I need to say. He has done more than his share, and we are grateful.
And now, shush. I am going to listen to it again. My body misses that cradle rocking , boat rowing, train moving beautiful feeling.