an old writer and his words

  • BUENOS AIRES ON THE GENESEE

    If this were Buenos Aires, if I were Borges, it would all make a great deal of sense. A man, older, and older still if you look closely, walks into an elegant hotel bar. A jazz quintet is playing, straight up, trumpet, piano, guitar, stand up bass, drum kit. The older man is wearing white…

    Lou Faber

  • A SAVAGE BREAST

    They are very different from you and Iand despite the differences we need them.They fill a void we never knew was thereand we note their absence somewhat painfully.You have no choice but to accept themfor who they are, their quirks, smalland major can be tolerated, the price you payfor the benefit you know you will…

    Lou Faber

  • 4/4 TIME

    Musicians have a clock that runs on its own time and all that is constant is the beat, in four second increments. They start, they say, when the music is ready, never before and music is fickle: tonight it wanted to sit off stage and rest an hour, another night it begins precisely as advertised…

    Lou Faber