Tomás Murray

@tomasjmurray.bsky.social

Lean left • Tom will do • Far from the West of Ireland now • Fond of cats (Aoife & Sophie), Georgia, jazz, old films, poetry, stout, & Sylvia 🎺 https://tinyurl.com/3bvnbyfb 🎬 https://tinyurl.com/47stke59 • https://tinyurl.com/2jan4tzd

“I Got It Bad (and That Ain’t Good),” Duke Ellington and Paul Francis Webster (1941). I’m not very happy with the solo here, but it passes quickly and I like the way the final time through the body of the song works out. Baby steps.

Hayden Carruth, Poet, Critic, Anthologist, #BornOnThisDay in 1921, in Waterbury, Connecticut From ‘Emergency Haying’: “My hands are torn by baling twine, not nails, and my side is pierced by my ulcer, not a lance. The acid in my throat is only hayseed.”

Hayden Carruth

Rupert Brooke, Poet, #BornOnThisDay in 1887, in Rugby, England From ‘Seaside’: “From inland Leaps a gay fragment of some mocking tune, That tinkles and laughs and fades along the sand, And dies between the seawall and the sea.” 📸 Sherril Schell (April, 1913)

Rupert Brooke

I’m happy Juice Box is here, but I’m really happy for Billy. He needed a cat companion so bad. He was fucking bored with just me: “Oh wow, Frank is walking to the kitchen. Big if true.” Now he has a constant source of intrigue and fun. BFFs!

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“The Man I Love,” George and Ira Gershwin (1924). Not Ira’s most inspired lyrics. This is one I want to learn to improv around. I can just about hear what’s needed, but I’ve gotta put in more time and thought.

“Fly Me to the Moon,” Bart Howard (1954). Feel like I got to like 2/3 of an almost passable solo in this one before it started to get away from me. But it’s a fun, jaunty song to work on when you’re trying to force yourself to rely less on the pedal to cover up mistakes and gaps.