I.Redd Holt Chicago Jazz Musican

A letter from Redd Holt to My Father Clayton.They were close friends.when my father died Sept 15th 1992 I found this letter from Jazz great Redd Holt.dated January 22 1986.
Hi boy,
I hope you,Glena & the rest of the family are well as can be expected after having a hernia operation about ten days ago I am going to be cooling out here at home from five to six weeks.I think I have been standing to much today,so I decided to just sit down & drop you a line.thanks for the Christmas cards I just got back from Singapore Jan 8th and my wife had a doctor appointment for me that following day.She said that she was not going to let me postpone it anymore,especially with me due to go back to Singapore around April the 2nd or 3rd for three months. They really dig us over there & we dig them,they treat us black musicians with great respect which is something that most of us never get here in the U.S. I guess everything is still about the same there huh? Boy I sure miss that nice warm weather this time of year.This time last year we were over there,we are going to try and fix that up again,because man its cold this year here.Hey next time you drop me a line send me your address on Crestview.It seems like you are still flowing along and hanging in there,so keep up the good work.Tell everyone Hi there & give my love to Glena take care.
Peace and love
Redd Holt


( My Father was living in Lafayette Ind) Just wanted to share that Info
high roller sometimes called Lady Poetry and thats the way it was.

Stone Mountain The true Moment

This is a poem by Dr.Eugene Hollahan he gave it to me in friendship and I want to share it with as many people as I can.
If a bird cast itself across the stones face altering the impersonal proud rock so it changed to the bland backdrop of a significant act.
If the bird spoke to you across the water(which moved too,as the bird moved,with the winds caress both moving with the slow gestures of the living trees).
If you saw the bird throw itself athwart the bleak grey rock(where you lay on the sand under the flaming sun).If you cast your heart upon the water in a gesture of response.
If you turned from your pleasure or pain,forgetting yourself,and watched the bird juxtaposed upon the stone like a wish in a dream.Not from an eyes corner but exclusive and direct.
That bird is still flying against the rocks paralyzed face,the water and trees and air are your companions still.The pain and pleasure you abjured are what,at this moment you will be.

high roller sometimes called Lady Honey and lady poetry

Heartless Crazy people

What is going on in this world The people are crazy and heartless,cold blooded.Everyday its I cut you.I stab you I shoot you I kill you.You have the liars people who will do and say anything to be on T.V.Its just like that T.V. show lie to me..I can,t believe people are so heartless,but that is the way it is in the year 2009.I feel sorry for the kids today and in the future.You have the drive by shooters,the walk up to you and shoot you in the head thugs,the road rage people,the punch you in the face kick you in the stomach crazy people.you have the baby killers the molesters the drug heads the crackheads.You name it and someone will claim it.this is a dog eat dog why are you so heartless world...I want you to know that I am shaking in my boots.
this is the high roller signing off for today.