My year of living musically focused on the ability to listen to discern one style from another. There are specific characteristics that can allow you to search for the truth in our hearts and through self-expression that bring us closer. Listening intentionally make those sounds come true. Hearing is the foyer to listening in the parlor, where self-analysis leads to a better understanding of yourself and others. I had a conversation the other day and it felt as though they were not listening. I could tell from the questions they asked. Hearing has become commonplace and superficial in its nature. Your voice is not heard because of the weeds that grow out of only hearing, and not engaging. It is a symphony of cacophony. The sounds at the end of the day left me feeling barren and alone. I befriended my voice in my head, only to hear how sterile and contrived life had become. It was a conspiracy of nay-sayers that can bring only darkness to the light. Hard hearted they come and crowd my voice separating me from my soul. On the bright side it is only temporary and you can turn things around in any given moment.
Hearing is illusion personified by benign neglect. Reading aloud in a language you cannot understand. To have ears, that had become defended by the madness and noise of society. Let’s Play
His cadence moved me.
tonality and voicing askew
began as a thought.
Timing in one note
A picture in a thousand words
Reveals culture’s rage
emerged over time “freeing” the beat
flavored by emotional riffs
hearing in the seasoning thyme
hot crusted timbre sings
crying out for freedom
Feeling the sounds in the sun
seeing a warm moist noise of forgiveness
Hearing life’s rhythm in 4/4 time
senses filled with harmony
where meeting counterpoint to point
at the synergy of knowing
equality of rights anoint
Dancing in darkness
becomes a conspiracy of the truth.
So jazz does not have to be an acquired taste. I began listening to jazz in my mother’s womb. Dad took me to rehearsals and recording of the Monterey Jazz Festival Orchestra when I was nine years old and I became a fan instantly. Transforming the sounds to words and art I felt inside. I had fallen in love with sound and words. Dad taught the basics about jazz music and the musicians form of self expression and improvisation. It will enhance your listening experience immensely. So, lean back, open your mind and heart as we begin our wonderful process of exploring jazz terrains and vistas. Peace Out!
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