I’m not going to say I’m old, but I am in my eighties and have a lot of memories that occasionally drift by, helped by certain days like Veteran’s Day. One of my close veteran friends from the past was A. J. Murphy. A. J. passed away in 2003,
and the heart and soul of a young organization,
“Friends of The Blues, Montgomery County.”
In May of that year, the Friends celebrated
at the Texas Arts Venue in downtown Conroe, Texas.Click here for an article that appeared in the Houston Chronicle.
— kenne
A.J. Murphy, September 2002 — Image by kenne
Round About Midnight
by Bob Kaufman
Jazz radio on a midnight kick,
Round about Midnight.
Sitting on the bed,
With a jazz type chick
Round about Midnight,
Piano laughter, in my ears,
Round about Midnight.
Stirring up laughter, dying tears,
Round about Midnight.
Soft blue voices, muted grins,
Excited voices, Father’s sins,
Round about Midnight.
Come on baby, take off your clothes,
Round about Midnight
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Becoming is Superior to Being 
Such a sad time that was. First Kinny Abair then A.J. We always remember that rainy night when Ashton Savoy, Moe’s Hansum band, Collin Brooks, A.J. and many others were in the big circle in our living room playing. One big jam session. I’m sure there’s a jam in the heavenly band as several of those have left us. Mary and Kenneth
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The music and memories will go on forever.
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I think of the lines I wrote about a radio host: “Though we all love the music/the music cares not for us./It’ll dally with other lovers/as we dissolve from dawn to dust.” Among the duties of old age is standing by as friends die and preparing for our memories of them to die with us. That this repeats, often without attribution, through the generations is a kind of impersonal immortality.
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Impersonal immortality is an interesting concept to ponder. There is something inside of us that lives on forever. That is what we refer to as the soul. At death, who we are as a person (personal) dies, and that that is immortal (the soul) lives on. Thanks for your thought-provoking comment, Frank.
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