Hi Everyone,
I've been corresponding with a Music Man aficionado in the UK who also is quite an accomplished poet. I requested that, since he does own, play and love a Bongo, that he write an ode to Bongo. He came through! And here, I present to you Bongo lovers, Mr. Louis Casson, Muse of Bongos:
Bongo.
(My bass guitar by Musicman)
Elements:
Headstock like Picasso meets renaissance lute,
Body Egyptian barque in bas relief.
Colour as smoke from Bedouin fires,
Compensated nut to help notes ring as lyres.
Fretboard:
Inlays as crescent moons,
To help me play and reach the stars.
Lightly oiled silken touch wood,
Softly glistens as chocolate bars.
Case:
Open lingering scent of new and babies.
Crushed velvet as nights wonders nestle gently,
The new arrival to this modern magi’s gaze.
Experience:
Oh wonder! The feel so right, as player and instrument cease their fight.
Instead the Bongo speaks to the musician soft and low;
‘This is the secret, tell me where and we will go.
Single notes; or double stops with taps, with trills to thrill the gamut high and low,
Explore within worlds of myself,
For playing is believing this we know’.
Copyright 2008 Louis J. Casson, Purple Squirrel Poems,
an imprint of Cryptic Furnace Press, Northampton.
If anyone would like to contact Louis, I know that he just registered on the forum, but he can be reached by e-mail (and takes requests!
) [email protected]
Enjoy!
-Beth
I've been corresponding with a Music Man aficionado in the UK who also is quite an accomplished poet. I requested that, since he does own, play and love a Bongo, that he write an ode to Bongo. He came through! And here, I present to you Bongo lovers, Mr. Louis Casson, Muse of Bongos:
Bongo.
(My bass guitar by Musicman)
Elements:
Headstock like Picasso meets renaissance lute,
Body Egyptian barque in bas relief.
Colour as smoke from Bedouin fires,
Compensated nut to help notes ring as lyres.
Fretboard:
Inlays as crescent moons,
To help me play and reach the stars.
Lightly oiled silken touch wood,
Softly glistens as chocolate bars.
Case:
Open lingering scent of new and babies.
Crushed velvet as nights wonders nestle gently,
The new arrival to this modern magi’s gaze.
Experience:
Oh wonder! The feel so right, as player and instrument cease their fight.
Instead the Bongo speaks to the musician soft and low;
‘This is the secret, tell me where and we will go.
Single notes; or double stops with taps, with trills to thrill the gamut high and low,
Explore within worlds of myself,
For playing is believing this we know’.
Copyright 2008 Louis J. Casson, Purple Squirrel Poems,
an imprint of Cryptic Furnace Press, Northampton.
If anyone would like to contact Louis, I know that he just registered on the forum, but he can be reached by e-mail (and takes requests!
) [email protected]Enjoy!
-Beth
