All through my blog posts I have told you of the incidents and people who have inspired me to write. This post will be no different though I write it with great sadness.
I found out last week that one of my friends died suddenly, the cause of his death is irrelevant at this point so I will not go into it, let me just say that he was much too talented and much too young to be gone now. Even though I went to his joyous wake yesterday, I am still in shock over his death and I will be for some time to come.
The man’s name is James Kasmir and you can visit his FaceBook page here: https://www.facebook.com/james.kasmir
James was a man with a zest for life. To me he was always smiling, always upbeat, and always willing to entertain. He was a comedy writer, an adept magician, one of the BEST harmonica players I have ever heard, and one of the most creative improvisational comedians you’d ever meet. It was during my two year stint in improv that we became friends. I could tell you of some hilarious skits we did together but that would take much too long because anything Jim was in was funny; I was irrelevant.
Since we were having a wake and since it was to be held in the Ventura Improv Company Theater and since it was to be attended by an astounding amount of talented people who would be performing in honor of Jim, I wanted to get involved as well but not in an improv setting. So, I wrote a short poem even though my poetry is lacking. The name of the work is Jimbo The Magnificent and there is a story behind this title that few people knew until I told it before I read this work.
As I said, Jim was a magician and I am one who has always loved magic. I have even put on a few shows (one when I was 9 years old) but I never reached Jim’s talent level. Well one day, in a private conversation, I told him that if he was going to be successful magician, he needed a catchy name. So I bounced a few suggestions off him and Jimbo The Magnificent is the one he liked the best, though I don’t think he ever used it on stage even though I promised him that I would not charge a royalty fee if he did–at least one that was not too steep, that is.
So, using my favorite name for him, I wrote the following. It was warmly received despite it’s crudeness because it celebrated all things Jim. That is something we can all celebrate for the remainder of our lives.
I love you buddy.
Jimbo the Magnificent
With mouth organ blazing, he’d pull a rabbit from a hat
Now how in the world could you not laugh at that!
Up on the boards he’d act like he was Heaven sent,
And maybe he was, he was Jimbo the Magnificent.
He’d been known to sing and he’d been known to prance
And sometimes when silly he’d do a naked chicken dance
Whatever he did, he did for our enjoyment.
Because as we all know, he was Jimbo the Magnificent
Now that he’s gone, the lights have gone out
But we’ll all be happy and we’ll all have no doubt
That he’ll be wearing wings to where ever it is he went
And Angels, those lucky Angels, will be laughing with Jimbo the Magnificent