i don’t remember the year
but do remember the place
where mr kenney ‘g’ played
his saxophone to me
at the state fair i sat
in the bleachers all alone
as he entered to the right
of main stage in sight
i watched the crowds
surround him as he slowly
walked toward the back of
front aisle seats clad
in skinny jeans and shirt
curly hair about his head Goggle Image
as alto sax notes poured Kenny “G”
each melody easily scored
he reached where i was
mesmerized listening rapt
to stand and look up at me
playing to where i sat
it seemed forever he played
before he finally moved on
the day mr kenny ‘g’ graced
my life in alto song
© February 2013
Renee Espriu
This is for dVerse Poets Pub at at http://dversepoets.com/sense-of-place/
It was a surpise to go and see Kenny “G” that year, as my husband (when I was married) bought the tickets without my knowing, and for this wonderfully gifted artist and musician to stop in front of those bleachers and look up to me and continue to play…well, that was a once in a lifetime thing and will never happen again.
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woohoo…he played just for you….that is awesome….i have been to concerts where the music spoke to me so directly it felt like it was for me…very cool…and what a cool birthday present as well…
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Thanks Brian! Not sure if it was a BD present but in any case it came just after my BD that year so might have been. It was one of the nicest things he did while we were together.
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ha nice…of course i could never resist a saxophone player..playing the alto sax myself…have been to concerts as well where i felt the music was just for me…nice
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Ahhhh! So, you play both piano and sax. My oldest son and oldest daughter played sax while in school. Love music and have not been to as many concerts as I would like. Thanks!
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How wonderful to feel that he played just for you. Charming poem, Renee. Happy Tuesday!
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Thanks Jamie! When I looked around and realized that there was no one sitting around me…I think everyone was walking with him as he entered…I could not believe he stopped, looked at me, and played.
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A great experience Renee, and obviously one you will treasure in your memories
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Thank You! Yes, I do, and when I realized there was really no one in those bleachers at that moment but me and that he had stopped and was looking at me and still playing…well, yes, something special.
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A memorable experience ~ I am envious
Grace
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Thank You! I guess I was just in the right place at the right time. I doubt that would ever happen again. 🙂
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Lovely memory brought to life in your poem Renee….:-) Living in the UK i hadnt heard of Kenny G.. but I do love the sound of a sax..
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A treasured memory, Renee…and I can see why. He WAS playing just to you…wasn’t that sweet of him.
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