Love the way Coltrane's sax quotes from Pick Yourself Up (Start All Over Again) at the end of his chorus, then Red Garland quotes the same thing during his piano solo. These guys!
Some people influence you because they are there every step of the way, never leaving your side, and even now that they've gone on, you carry that warmth inside you. Others influence because they were largely absent, because they left. Yet mixed in with the cold anger, you still love them, and you still feel bound up in that time when you first became aware of them, when they were the giants who ruled the small kingdom of your childhood. And then you hear music that reminds you of them , like this song, and you feel that absence -- that abandonment -- like acute pain from a phantom limb that never quite resolves. Some memories leach into your bones. I knew he liked Miles Davis, but it was only years after he left that I learned to love Miles. And when I listen to this song I imagine that it was playing when they first met, but part of me wishes they had never locked eyes. This is the paradox of Bye Bye Blackbird.
This was my dads all-time favourite song. He was in a coma for a week, the minute I put this song on he began to die, and died right at the end of it, my face to his crying as he took his last breath. Bye bye daddy, I hope you are so happy, I miss you so much, the pain is enormous I miss you so much, be in peace, I love you, you're my best. I just want to be with you. Love you.❤Forever and ever, this is your song daddy.
When I was in my early teens I became a modern jazz fan. Most of the records I brought home probably sounded alien and forbidding to my parents, but my mother who was from the south, recognized the melody of Bye Bye Blackbird and enjoyed listening to the Davis group's 'jazzed up' arrangement. She would snap her fingers as Red Garland riffed away. To this day I am grateful we were able to share that.
This song always reminds me of my grandpa. He had this song on a piano roll, and he used to pump it for me before my feet could reach the pedals. He just died this past weekend, and I played this version of the song on trumpet as part of his funeral. Thanks for everything, Grandpa.