General Poetry posted June 12, 2008


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Life's love, sights and sounds.

33 at 78

by Mike K2

I can never put into words
what you really mean to me.
The more I am exposed to you,
the more I pray that I can see.

It is so nice to see that you're
so comfortable with me around.
Joy has really entered into my
life and my feelings are sound.

I love your little ways and
snippets that tell me you're there.
Even when I become discouraged
you let me know how much you care.

Blind as a bat on the door to
the bedroom you write, "Silly!
In front of you is the door
to my heart."
I jiggle the handle and realize
that you left and had the key
from the start.

I lay my weary body down on
the living room couch.
I will wake the moment that
you come in, "I'm no slouch!"

Day in and day out, we do our
dance, a jaunty two-step or an
intensely intimate waltz.
Even if deadened by saw dust,
our steps, in each other's lives
matter, never any faults.

You are the fiddle and I am the
accordion, of this syncopated beat,
with 33 RPM clarity and fidelity.
Yet maintain the character and spirit
of those scratchy and mossy, 78Rpm's
that are there for all to see.

"La valse des chere bebe!"




Photoshoped Photograph- June 2008, Michael W. Kohlman

33 and 78 references those speeds that vinyl records were played at. Today's CD's are in my opinion, two dimensional. Records of my time were mastered in three dimensions. A phonographic needle consisting of a diamond traced the path that was cut in the vinyl. I owned exclusively 33 rpm records, but I enjoyed listening to the 78's on 89.1 Fm (now WTMD Baltimore). They were much faster playing and had pops, hisses and scratches, but the spirit of the music was preserved. This was my introduction to Cajun music. Just imagine doing your own thing for your own people and someone coming along and telling you they wanted to record it as the feel many other people will value it too. They weren't paid a lot of money, but enjoyed playing their music so much, it seemed to me an obligation that they undertook.

"La Valse Des Chere Bebe" is one of my favorite Cajun songs recorded and performed by Joel el Sonier. In my best interpretation, it translates into, "The Waltz of My Dear Baby." Need I say anything more?

Perhaps the poem is a result of the last twenty four hours reviewing on this site! I also love the Baja Marimba Band!

I thank Mrs. Lousis for her help in the translation. I believe her to be correct.
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