Tuesday, September 21, 2010
The Couple in Art
Publicist finds maestro alone in dark theater.
Can’t relax.
Suggests park to listen to summer band.
He winces at expected clinkers.
Art Tatum like improvs at night club etc?
Good, but late hours.
Then, small experimental theater company?
Ever see genius color up? “I’ll have my secretary phone!”
So, newer twists on kitchen sink glazed
with four-letter words. New to him
and his enthusiasm grows.
He becomes investor.
Enter Kyre, stage left, right, and everywhere else.
Other company members call her
Rhymes-with-Fire...or with Dire or Liar.
As in “Rhymes-with-Fire told the playwright
to dump the entire second act. He’s muttering
in the alley.”
At any rate, when she was actor the director drank,
when director the cast mutinied.
As Fate will mishandle it, romance ensues
between our sweet maestro and this incendiary
who'd be a handful to a man thoroughly experienced.
All expect flameout, of course, but they marry shortly after
at a stockbroker's digs in East Haddam.
The prognosis is, of course, less than poor,
however, until Kyre's great decision:
She leaves acting and directing to produce.
In her first try she stages
The Tempest in a roller rink, asking
Maestro to write the music for barrelhouse
organ. It proves more than a smash.
You can’t get a ticket. Scalpers ask
three thousand a pop!
A year later most of the whole caboodle
moves to Broadway, of course, and there’s
a film with Johnny Depp.
Maestro asked to write other scores
and conduct all over the world.
Kyre and he buy a place in Tuscany
and spent a month there a year,
Maestro totally adored and
Kyre battling all the merchants.
Well, flip the milestone years off the calendar
as in old black and white musicals and
place a foot near the grave ledge for both.
The marriage remains in a state of
incipient explosion which amuses
Maestro and spurs Kyre further. She has added
menacing metal bands to her production stable.
He wears noise-canceling earphones
to auditions she coaxes him to attend.
Publicist finds maestro alone in dark theater.
Can’t relax.
Suggests park to listen to summer band.
He winces at expected clinkers.
Art Tatum like improvs at night club etc?
Good, but late hours.
Then, small experimental theater company?
Ever see genius color up? “I’ll have my secretary phone!”
So, newer twists on kitchen sink glazed
with four-letter words. New to him
and his enthusiasm grows.
He becomes investor.
Enter Kyre, stage left, right, and everywhere else.
Other company members call her
Rhymes-with-Fire...or with Dire or Liar.
As in “Rhymes-with-Fire told the playwright
to dump the entire second act. He’s muttering
in the alley.”
At any rate, when she was actor the director drank,
when director the cast mutinied.
As Fate will mishandle it, romance ensues
between our sweet maestro and this incendiary
who'd be a handful to a man thoroughly experienced.
All expect flameout, of course, but they marry shortly after
at a stockbroker's digs in East Haddam.
The prognosis is, of course, less than poor,
however, until Kyre's great decision:
She leaves acting and directing to produce.
In her first try she stages
The Tempest in a roller rink, asking
Maestro to write the music for barrelhouse
organ. It proves more than a smash.
You can’t get a ticket. Scalpers ask
three thousand a pop!
A year later most of the whole caboodle
moves to Broadway, of course, and there’s
a film with Johnny Depp.
Maestro asked to write other scores
and conduct all over the world.
Kyre and he buy a place in Tuscany
and spent a month there a year,
Maestro totally adored and
Kyre battling all the merchants.
Well, flip the milestone years off the calendar
as in old black and white musicals and
place a foot near the grave ledge for both.
The marriage remains in a state of
incipient explosion which amuses
Maestro and spurs Kyre further. She has added
menacing metal bands to her production stable.
He wears noise-canceling earphones
to auditions she coaxes him to attend.
Labels: art, couple, marriage, Music, theater
