Razamatazz is...

Razamatazz is

 

Class with punch

Alive, pounding

A new birth

With a beating heart

Born with an African soul

In New Orleans

 

 it’s  rhythm it’s harmony

It’s edgy it’s bluesy

It’s harsh and smooth

It’s feeling

A celebration of life

 

It’s the glow of an old trumpet

Making love to the stars

Ivory keys stomping and pounding

The notes to dust

 

It’s a dirge

Eyes lost in the distance

A uniting of souls

And a celebration

 

It’s communicative

On an emotional level

It’s mannerisms

It’s musical morsels

It’s lightning on the edge

And it’s explosive

 

It’s the smell of sweat

With a mix of cigar fog

Itchy feet and tapping toes

Girating hips, pouting lips

Mixing with seductive sax

It's needy

Heaving out a heavy expression

 

Its’s sophisticated class

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I remember seeing old small black and white photos of my mother and her sisters at a dance or "hop" back in 5he 50's. In their cardigan sweaters, mini skirts, white knee high socks on the dance floor swaying and moving to those old doo wop groups singing their rock and roll music. How dance evolved from swing to rock n roll in such a short time in history. But it's always the music that inspires the soul, which moves the feet in a graceful frenzy dance.

[Pauline]

Hi Carlos. Those were the days, fun and care free. I always had to leave the dance early as my father was very strict.
Thanks for responding Carlos.
Pauline.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes no words are needed...when the music moves us that much...we feel the lyrics that are merely suggested.
Movement here....wonderful movement.
Although I have to defend the Locomotion....my ex and I did that once at an oldies concert.
We got rows of people to join us and then we moved down the aisle and crossed in front of the stage...
Little Eva loved it....she pointed at us as we all passed...and had the biggest smile.
I like your description...the pots and pans...shake, rattle and roll...
and Didi Sharp would smile at you doing the Mashed Potato.
j.

[Pauline]

Hi J. That was the good thing about the locomotion and the conga, everyone used to join in.
Ahh those were the days. But... the main thing is... we're still breathing and I don't know about you but I can still tap out a few steps.
Pauline.

[Pauline]

But ofcourse! I can rock, I can do the locomotion, the twist and all the other rubbish dances that were made up over the years.Mind you, I need a good hour's warm-up and granted, a couple of crutches would come in handy.
Well, hubby's shouting 'Get into that kitchen and rattle those pots and pans' and it looks like my turn to do the 'Mashed Potato"🤣

Pauline:))

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pauline, I especially love your third stanza. What a super write. I wanted to kick off my shoes and live the wonderful ambience you have created. Sight, sound, smells. Soaked them all up and some my friend. Nothing like a bit of seductive sax:) Can you dance as well as you write :)

Chris