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 Golden Year 
  
 
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Orson Welles/Lamont Cranston
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"The Shadow"

 
  
 

THE GOLDEN YEAR  

A 1927 photo shows 

handsome, fresh faced Bix impeccably clothed.

Sir Gallahad with Mona Lisa grin. 

Was he smiling because this was the year

he had the jazz world in his hip pocket?

Bix was Lamont Cranston with cornet. 

Mangod in '27 for Goldkette,

The Broadway Bellhops, Chicago Loopers,

Paul Whiteman Orchestra, Bix and His Gang,

Trumbauer and part of Tram, Bix, and Lang.

Nightly jamming in after hours clubs,

blowing each superbly crafted sequence,

slugging every "do it fluid" 

as if he'd already read his obituary

in  next day's New York World Herald Tribune. 

No one enjoyed life more than Bix Beiderbecke.

No soul posessed greater talent,

was self critically sterner,

or paid in dearer currency.

Perhaps at times each drink took him

one bar closer to a song so

perfect as to still his demons;

 and then, on recognition's cusp 

excess destroyed its memory.

His confidence took a train west,

smuggling creativity

and chrystalline tone in suitcase.

Jobs and friends whizzed by as hamlets;

conductor punched his life ticket.

But I'll cherish the '27 Bix,

obstinate proof the brightest, most

beautiful flame burns on passion.

 

Copyright ©2002 Daniel Grey Taylor