You are (we are) one light, / Myriad each one, / Reflecting among an infinity / Of lights from moment to moment.
You are (we are) one light, / Myriad each one, / Reflecting among an infinity / Of lights from moment to moment.
You are (we are) one light, / Myriad each one, / Reflecting among an infinity / Of lights from moment to moment.



















THE TIME WE HAVE, Meld 1 was #3
Jazz in North America, November 2020.
It came back into the Top-40 for the Week of January 21, 2023.
You are one / Light among / Many Lights / And we're all / Here to shine
LISTEN TO SEVEN PLIMLEY TRACKS ON BANDCAMP.
SEE AND HEAR "AFRICAN SPACE PARTY 1 and 2"
LISTEN TO TRACKS FEATURING GLENN SPEARMAN, OR KIDD JORDAN AND OLIVER LAKE,
OR KIDD JORDAN AND MORIKEBA KOUYATE.

Paul with Hamid and Tommy, "African Space Party 1 and 2
at the Vancouver International Jazz Festival, 2007.
Glenn with Donald Robinson and Ben Lindgren at
Olive Oil's in San Francisco, 1993.
PAUL PLIMLEY passed on May 16, 2022, age 69. GLENN SPEARMAN left us in October 1998.
Three tracks here come from June 1994 sessions at Oliver DeCicco's Mobius Music in San Francisco--the two "M Base" that went on Paul's Density Of The Lovestruck Demons with Fred Maroth's ˆ label and the completely improvisational "Long Forward Pasts" that went on Glenn's posthumous Free Worlds. with the Bonandrinis' Black Saint label.


Tommy Babin, Hamid Drake.

Hamid of India and elsewhere.
Here's a February 21, 2023 )Mardi Gras Morning in new Orfleans) rendering of the poem about Paul that I first wrote on May 25, 2022.
PAUL PLIMLEY
Paul, you ginger-haired Jack
with a smile
Popping up behind the couch
As if out-of-a-box
For your Willie Winkie,
Post-performance, morning greeting!
Oh, yeah--Paul liked fun!
He liked to "orbit round a light-bulb" (Donald Robinson).
Aussi, he engaged with Joycean
Grape and knife, exile and crown,
Several serious challenges
There in keyboards and philosophies.
His Jaguar was an Emerald-Green
Station-Wagon. Don't 'cha just know
That Practical Style Malcolm Lowry
On his own Island might appreciate.
Home, Vancouver,
Ultramarine skies and mists
Beckoning Harborward,
Into Van's Mystic, far past Gray’s End.
Paul, you, the solid, elfin prodigy
Runaway stampeding
Beyond Rachmaninoff and Oscar Peterson
To Cecil's Beethovenesque runs and shocks,
Whilst never forgetting Sunday Comics
In the Sun and Province
For colors and whimsy
Unstoppable as Sun Ra's pageants.
The whole deal, newspapers and panoplies, might make Catharsis
After World Wars.
Where there’s Dance, there’s Hope, Paul!
Your tender child’s peering into grown-ups'
Conversations found something else,
Apart, round the Corners,
So delicious and so endless.
You had to bring it to the world!
Your sweet self’s pondering and wrenching craft
Hath made things new.
Don Paul
May 25, 2022
In 2013 Hamid said to me in New Orleans: "Paul Plimley! One of my favorite people in the universe!" The video of th 2-part "AFRICAN SPACE PARTY" performance is to me one of the great Passages Upward in the Western world in this century. I enjoy ... Party 2 even more.


