Jay Leonhart Pictures

Sante fe Snow Plow

2006-05-10T19:50:00.000-07:00

This is the Sante Fe Snow plow that sits at the northern corner of the Topeka Rail Yard. I took a lot of pictures of it every time I visited it while playing at the old Santa Fe Jazz festival,

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Topeka Rail Station

2006-05-10T19:41:00.000-07:00

This is the railroad station in Topeka where I never saw a train come through in the ten times I was there for the Topeka Jazz Festival. I stayed in a funky hotel and took a long walk every morning and took pictures. There was never anybody around. The promoter of the festival died this year and there is probably no one around in Topeka with his desire and ability to run and endlessly promote a jazz festival. So adios Topeka.

Jacksonville

2006-05-10T19:39:00.000-07:00

A picture of Jacksonville taken on a long walk.

Odd People

2006-05-10T19:36:00.000-07:00

You meet the oddst people down by the river.

My New Car

2006-05-10T19:31:00.000-07:00

I found this nice car for city driving. It takes the potholes and bumps quite well and no one tries to steal it. It's perfect.

Park Regulations

2006-05-07T19:45:00.000-07:00

Well I thought I'd just drive my car all around through the park at about 3 AM, feed the pigeons and the squirrels, and rummage through the trash cans. Of course I brought my barbecue and had some illegal drugs and alcohol, and I was going to let my dogs roam free through the park and maybe even block the entrances, just for fun. Then I brought my boom box and wanted to see if I could play Beethoven loud enough that they could hear it across the river in River Edge. The I brought some CD's which I planned to sell if I couldn't just panhandle the money. Then I was just going to spread my trash all over the place and split. But noooo....

Surfer Loses Contact Lens

2006-05-05T07:50:00.000-07:00

As I was taking pictures of the surfers at Manhattan Beach, California, I happened upon one who apparently had lost a contact lens.

Jay's Reflection in a beer bottle.

2006-04-22T21:54:00.000-07:00

Like a good detective, I noticed my reflection in a Bud Light bottle that I took a picture of, once again proving your honor that I was in Manhattan Beach and not in the Bopst house at the time of the........

Jay Leonhart OnThe Zuiderdam

2006-04-22T21:37:00.000-07:00

Jay does his thing on the Zuiderdam.

88th Street Tulips

2006-04-22T21:20:00.000-07:00

Tulips

In the 1620’s back in Holland
Every Dutchman sang a song
They had all the money all the milk and honey
The Dutch could do no wrong.

But then they fell in love with tulips, es-
pecially the more exotic breeds.
From Amsterdam to Yonkers, the Dutch went totally bomkers,
Lusting for those tulip bulbs and seeds.

So
It was not surprising that tuilip prices started rising,
Tulips were in such great demand
Soon the little tulip was worth its weight in gold,
Things were getting out of hand.

The average Dutchman sensed a golden opportunity, a
Situation he could not ignore. You
Buy a tulip bulb on a Monday morning, the
Next day sell it for much more.

So
Very quickly tulip speculation markets did appear where
People bought and sold with great abandon,
People would do anything to raise a little cash,
Anything to get get a hand in.

Soon the Dutch economy was all tied up in tulips,
As prices soared into the sky,
People mortgaged, bought and sold, begged and borrowed, lied, cajoled,
They would do anything to buy.

Ah but then one dreary Monday morning,
The purser rang the market bell,
Suddenly nobody wanted tulips any more,
Just like that the market went to hell.

Collapsed, succumbed and disappeared, disintegrated, vanished, it was Adios, Auf Wiedersehn, goodbye.
Just like that no wanted wanted tuliups anymore,
And nop one knew the reason why.

The present owners of the tulips sat their quite dumbfounded,
Uh well what do I do now?
I owe a lot of money for this box of dirty tulip bulbs, and the
Only thing I own is half a cow.

The
Present owners owed the previous owners who owed the previous owners,
Liens and loans and IOU’s prevailed,
No one had the money to pay back what he owed, because the
Tulip the market had completely failed.

So everybody started suing everybody else,
Those who escaped the wrath were few,
Everyone was dragging everybody else to court, but
What else was there to do?

Then
After twenty years of legal chaos, the
Courts in Holland finally decided, that
Tulip debts were null and void that nothing was collectable, and
That was the solution they provided.

Folks it’s over, finished, done, time to go back to square one,
That’s the deal the song has now been sung,
I don’t care who owes you what, just go back to your little hut,
Clean some fish or maybe scrape some dung.

Today we once again behold the tulip,
Just a simple, pretty, pleasing flower. No
Longer is it lusted for, a bulb that folks go busted for,
No longer the object of such need, of avarice and desparate greed,
Now is just grows anywhere, in the park without a car
Just and ordinary flower.

What’s the moral of our story?
It should be very plain come as no surprise, To
Wager your entire fortune on a box of tulip bulbs,
Surely is not wise.

Manhattan Beach Birdhouse

2006-04-22T21:18:00.000-07:00

A Manhattan Beach bird house of such exquisite detail that it had to be noted. I spotted it on one of my long walks whilst visiting my neice in Manhhatan beach.

Blue Trash

2006-04-22T21:17:00.000-07:00

I'm tired of White Trash.

Parrott, Tate, leonhart

2006-04-22T21:15:00.000-07:00

Nicky Parrott, Frank Tate and Jay at LaGuardia preparing to fly to the Atlanta Jazz Party. Bass players three.

Jay and Chuck Berghoffer

2006-04-22T21:13:00.000-07:00

Jay and Chuck after playing all of Chuck's basses in his music room. April 12, 2006

Jay in Hermosa beach

2006-04-22T21:12:00.000-07:00

Your Honor I was in Hermosa beach that day and I can prove it.

Yellow Fire Hydrant

2006-04-22T21:11:00.000-07:00

I don't know--a yellow fire hydrant seems urgently important to me.

Sad Dame Ann Coulter

2006-04-22T21:09:00.000-07:00

Here is one of the saddest dames I ever heard about. An addicted conservative who must be on the Bush payroll. I just don't get this one.

Nicky Parrott, Jay's Bass Case

2006-04-22T21:07:00.000-07:00

Nicky Parrott wheeled my bass case through LaGuardia for me, so I thought I'd better immortalize her. Nicky can play, and sing!

Hotel Krupa

2006-04-22T21:04:00.000-07:00

Gene Krupa fans will appreciate this hotel in San Francisco.

No Dogs

2006-04-21T17:30:00.000-07:00

I just thought I'd grab my dogs, get some beer, Light some Roman Candles and camp out on the beach. But noooooo.........

Jay and Wycliffe Gordon

2006-04-20T17:49:00.000-07:00

Wycliffe and jay sit in Riverside Park slowly freezing and discussing life as we pose for pictures for our album cover. The CD will be called "I've Got Rhythm on my Mind".