Sketches of Ingrid

Ankles:

Take Woody's sound and make it a girl.
It grows up,
no longer his,
it surpasses womanhood.
That sound doesn't wear a dress.
It wears the boots of Miles and Art,
pays it's own rent
in an Astorian apartment

Stretched Across Angelika's Canvas Screen:

Filtering into my world;
the haze of a woman,
skin painted as a dream
pulled into a half conscious
burgundy T-shirt,
threads shot through the centuries
skipping on the records
held against her face,
as she listens to the street below.

French Coffee:

Language,
fell and rose around us
like smooth, unpaved foothills

Her Sound:

Burgundy,
mixed with Maurice
and Woody Shaw

Conversation With a Sound:

Close your eyes.
You are in my presence
and I am the empty chair at all your tables
in space, you'll let go
you'll hear
that your sound is a wall of stars and glass.

© 2001 J. Scott Franklin

 

These sketches based on an evening i was lucky enough to spend with my trumpet playing hero Ingrid Jensen, who has played all over the world with people like Lionel Hampton and Maria Schneider, held a university position in Vienna and in her mid 20's, outplayed every boy in the famed Carmine Caruso International Trumpet Competition where I met her. After all this, she spent some time with me and helped me find something special inside myself. I will forever value the hours spent with her and with her recordings.