Free Write Friday ~ H.A.T.E.R.’s, Jazz, The Fog of Breast Cancer, and BFF’s Sounds by: Gil Fuller & Monterey Jazz Festival – A Patch Of Blue – Feat. James Moody

FreeWrite Friday

 Music is the space between the notes…”  ~ Claude Debussy

My mother and I were more than best friends forever (BFF’s), we were sister warriors in the battle against breast cancer.  This journey began over sixteen years ago on October of 1997 after dad died.  I was truly blessed because mom taught me the significance and grace of unconditionally loving another person, and she has always encouraged me and supported me in every aspect of my life.  We stemmed the tides of loss, grief and pain throughout the whole process.  We were each other’s caregivers.

Romare Bearden Collage1
Romare Bearden Collage1

If someone isn’t what others want them to be, the others become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.”  ~ Paulo Coehlo

Dad introduced and taught me using valuable jazz lessons how to handle the rigors of the harsh realities of choosing to live a creative life.  Initially, I was confused about what I wanted to be when I grew up.  My father didn’t want me to go into music, dance, acting, blah, blah blah because he was angry at the way the “Arts” treated women.  He thought it was safer to be a doctor.  He would get angry and tell me that it was no place for a lady!  In my father’s case I believed that he wanted to become a doctor.  He was a man of intensity and commitment and I never really knew that he felt he was protecting me.  Looking back I realized it was his way of preparing me to stand my ground and confront my ego, negative thoughts, fear, failure and the challenges that we all face by accepting that like change it is necessary for us to connect with our God given spiritual gifts.  Leaning in and coming face to face with a challenge it signals that you have to awaken to those gifts using them to overcome it.

The rutlandcitypublicschoolsdotorg Jazz Music
The rutlandcitypublicschoolsdotorg Jazz Music

“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.” ~ Paulo Coehlo

The possibility of living a creative life transformed me by using mindfulness improvisation!  is when “Jazz” the Catalyst”  has ability to interact in a manner specific to the intensity of the vibration frequency of “Cancer” connecst with the higher consciousness “mindfulness improv” that will enlighten, inspire, provide the energy that becomes the “substrate” that changes you.  Listening is a portal giving you the ability to discern the egos “chatter of negativity from what resides in the heart of fear.  It wasn’t an option in that moment.  It was like breathing.

Pablo Picasso Painting
Pablo Picasso Painting

And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”

Fortunately I discovered I have to write because it gives me the sense of who I am.  It was the response to the Call to the life that was given me.  When I combine the blessing my father gave me “jazz” when he took me to rehearsals, festivals, recording sessions;  and his introduction to the players like, Dizzy GillespieJames MoodyCount BasieIgor Stravinsky, and Ralph J. Gleason and  Charles Champlin of L.A. Times that  individually and collectively inspired and nurtured me to devote myself to a creative life.  I thought I was secretly writing in my journals — poetry and lyrical prose/essay that I created when dad was composing songs on the piano downstairs in 1963.  I was surprised to found that he knew all about my writing secretly in my room when I found in the Gibson guitar case he gave me when I was 9.  I opened it up and found all of my writing nestled between sheet music.  It was my Aha! Moment when I realized what a blessing my father gave me of living wonderfully enchanted life of musical thinking where my words can separate sound from music. Writing was my Response to my life’s adversities like cancer, writer’s block

I am truly NOT a H.A.T.E.R.(Having Anger Toward Everyone Reaching Success) of Breast Cancer….

The minute the word cancer entered our house, everything changed. I felt desperate and frightened by the prospect of cancer and another death.  But I refused to take this lying down.  I dove directly into the cresting wave of the unknown and sprung into action—there were logistics to deal with and mom needed support.  I moved back in with her after dad’s death and we struggled with missing dad, but also dealing with taxes and issues related to her therapy.

Chemotherapy is brutal. Radiation was something way beyond that.. The goal of these therapies is to kill everything in your body before it kills you. I wanted to take the burden off her. When dad had his massive stroke he was on a respirator and in a coma we asked my brother to make a tape of dad’s music to play continuously in his ears.  After ten days, he was out of the coma and was breathing on his own.  You can’t tell me that God didn’t have a role in that.

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‘My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer,’ the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky. ‘Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.‘”  ~ Paolo Coehlo

Chemotherapy makes everyone suffer.  Facing fear and suffering I decided to bring a tape of my father’s music into the chemo suite when she had chemo and radiation therapy and it majestically made the most terrifying moments evaporate from both of us. It not only served as a connection between the two of us, it was a connection for the other patients and the hospital staff as well.   We laughed and interacted with one patient in particular, Pat.  Pat had colon cancer.  It had metastasized and spread to her bone.  I met her when I had my mastectomy and she lay in the bed next to me after surgery.  Mom came in and waited for me to come around.  I opened my eyes and there they were.  What a beautiful sight.  Apparently mom and Pat formed a bond.  When mom had the pick put in, Pat hovered over me like a lioness guarding her cubs.  After the pick was in mom, she developed a serious infection they could not control.  After a week, mom was moved to a nursing home in Paramus New Jersey for 90 days.  I couldn’t drive so Pat would come and sit on my bed holding the phone while we talked to mom and talked until the nurse came in and told us she would have the phone removed. Mom had two daughters now.  That spring all we did was laugh and act silly….More to come… See you between the words…, Peace and Love Out! JBC -8) & <3.

Japanese translation for meaning
Japanese translation for meaning

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Jazzin’ Thru Thursday ~Mindfulness, Improv and Jazz: The Wow Factor ~ Oh My! Featuring Ballet Dance Jazz J. Company – Mindfulness Meditation Jazz

 

Jazzin' thru Thursday
Jazzin’ thru Thursday

 

I found out you have to study the culture of the music as well in order to learn jazz.” Regina Carter: Improvising A Life In Jazz

 

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You know you are immensely creative?  No seriously.  Don’t deny it.  Since you were born, you were given the gift to constantly create your reality.  Some of us engage in it more than others.  Sometimes folks tell you that you are not creative or even you don’t consider yourself a creative type well the truth is that you are constantly creating ideas with every breath that you take.  Jazz can teach us about mutual respect, to nurture our own creativity, spontaneity and how we interact with ourselves and one another and accentuates our innate ability to thrive and build our sustainability skills.

Mindfulness is an invitation to become aware of the constant flow of the universe both inner and exterior and gives us the choice to acknowledge it and either get into the rhythm or to choose to let it flow outside in harmony.   When we become aware of ideas from a sense of serenity at the shore of the ocean or stream you are more likely to develop a different perspective and with that insight will see things in the light of all the commotion that is swirling around us.

 

When mindfulness is combined with jazz’s art of improvisation you become engaged in the process of creating thru words, numbers, music, art, or movement you will never get lost in a concept you actually become a part of the process in its purest form of creativity and enlightenment.  Mindfulness allows us to awaken to the world with childlike wonder and amazement giving us the joy to play with new concepts and seeing and being things from a new perspective.  Judgment and critical thinking is set aside for analysis.  Mindfulness is the ability to let things evolve and not interfere.  It allows you to be patient and know that things are about to happen and not having any expectations of how things will turn out.

The Wow Factor according to Collins dictionary is an informal striking or impressive feature that stimulates us to become creative. Information, trends, media, iPod, iPads, Surface tablets, android or smart phones have invaded our space and taken over our ability to rely on our own devices.  I am so much more connected and happier when I turn those devices off.  Check into a good book, not an e-reader, and watch the television with a big ol’ bowl of my homemade Vegan Ice cream with mangos and pineapple and coconut cream and of course in my p.j.’s.

So let’s get into the Jazz – Just follow what Count Basie said to me at a rehearsal for the Newport Jazz Festival in 1967… “It’s the way you play that makes it . . . Play like you play. Play like you think, and then you got it, if you’re going to get it. And whatever you get, that’s you, so that’s your story.”  We are all story’s waiting to be told.  Mindfulness just gets your head back into the process.   There is fullness in every moment filled with possibilities and is unburdened by our expectations.

It’s easy to make mindfulness improve a part of your life. You already have it!  Just close your eyes and remember those moments when you played until your mom or dad had to pry you away.  Losing all sense of time, space, and everything that was outside of the moment you were fully engaged in.  Just go back.  Don’t think it is silly, maybe it is.  So what!  I know when I got the horrible news that I had breast cancer my mind froze.  Then I felt I was thrown into some vortex of fear, denial, loss, anger, betrayal and the fear surrounding death.  I knew in that precise moment that I had to go back to the times that mom and dad came to the tennis courts at my high school at nine o’clock at night to bring me home because it was dark and I was still hitting those iridescent yellow balls against a junior from Northwestern University who was an alumnus of my high school.  That is what being in the Jazz or in full WOW FACTOR MODE is all aboutAre you ready, then gear up, bring whatever suits your fancy ‘cause man this is gonna be out of sight!  See you there, keep looking for the space between the notes or words or artistic expression.  You will see that you are beyond WOW, You are Amazing!  Peace and Love Out!  JBC 😎 and ❤  It is like an Oreo, it’s Wonder- filled…

Japanese translation for meaning
Japanese translation for meaning

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Free Write Friday ~ Takin’ a Trip Down Memory Lane “These Times Are A Changin'” featuring Chicago Jazz Philharmonic – The Face of the Enemy Is Always Changing

“If Music is a Place — then Jazz is the City, Folk is the Wilderness, Rock is the Road, Classical is a Temple.”
― Vera Nazarian

Abstract Art Inspired by Music Courtesy of Bertiehigghns.com
Abstract Art Inspired by Music Courtesy of Bertiehigghns.com

The only constant in life is change.  I have decided to take a trip down memory lane in the way back machine.  Dad let me digress from listening to jazz on my  Mickey Mouse Record Player that he bought me and would let me buy Bob Dylan, among other folk singers, like Joan Baez, Judy Collins, Rita Coolidge Carly Simon, Carol King and Joni Mitchell to name a few..  I wasn’t so much a Hippie ‘cause multiracial folks was not even a category in that LA Black and White society.  1965 changed so many things on so many fronts.  Here are the lyrics to this powerful timeless song  These Times are a Changin’  you can watch the video.  I thought that “The Face of the Enemy Is Always Changing” in the present moment is way more fitting.  FYI ~  It was a year and eight months before the Watts riots and the Civil Rights Movement and the moment that life in America would undergo a Cultural Revolution.  Can You Feel it?   Peace and Love Out!  JBC 😎 <3.

These Times are a Changin’

Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin’
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’.

These were the best of times and the worst of times growing up in L.A.   Here are highlights that I remember for that year.  Beetles appeared on the Ed Sullivan Show February 9th, 1964.  Jazz musicians dealt with those times with humor with stunts like:  When Dizzy Gillespie ran for president promising to rename the White House “the Blues House” and would appoint Ray Charles librarian of Congress, Miles Davis head of the CIA, and Malcolm X attorney general.  The miniskirt debuted that signaled a rapid change in the mores of the decade.  It was a tumultuous time for race relations which was about to hit the fan.  I was only feeling the tension that was becoming so thick you could cut it with a knife.  Peace Out!

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Jazz RiffShots ~ Timbre ~ Coloring Outside of Life feat. New Age Jazz “Chakra Balancing Jazz Experience”

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Ruth-Batke-Abstract-art-Emotions-Love-Contemporary-Art-Contemporary-Art

For the moment, the jazz is playing; there is no melody, just notes, a myriad tiny tremors. The notes know no rest, an inflexible order gives birth to them then destroys them, without ever leaving them the chance to recuperate and exist for themselves…. I would like to hold them back, but I know that, if I succeeded in stopping one, there would only remain in my hand a corrupt and languishing sound. I must accept their death; I must even want that death: I know of few more bitter or intense impressions.  ~ Jean-Paul Sartre

It is 7:00 pm on this very warm summer evening in August 11th, 1965 mom, dad, my brother and myself are watching the news when suddenly an interrupting announcement filled the air… This just in a California Highway Patrolman Lee W. Minikus, a Caucasian, was riding his motorcycle along 122nd street, just south of the Los Angeles City boundary, when a passing Negro motorist told him he had just seen a car that was being driven recklessly. Minikus gave chase and pulled the car over at 116th and Avalon, in a predominantly Negro neighborhood, near but not in Watts. It was 7: 00 p.m.

The driver was Marquette Frye, a 21-year-old Negro, and his older brother, Ronald, 22, was a passenger. Minikus asked Marquette to get out and take the standard Highway Patrol sobriety test. Frye failed the test, and at 7:05 p.m., Minikus told him he was under arrest. He radioed for his motorcycle partner, for a car to take Marquette to jail, and a tow truck to take the car away.

They were two blocks from the Frye home, in an area of two-story apartment buildings and numerous small family residences. Because it was a very warm evening, many of the residents were outside.  Ronald Frye, having been told he could not take the car when Marquette was taken to jail, went to get their mother so that she could claim the car.

 

Abstract Art Landscape Tree Painting
Abstract Art Landscape Tree Painting

 

Dad turned the volume down …this is not going to end well.  I am sure that a riot is going to break out and will escalate until its devastated effects will be realized.  Your mom and I have shielded you from the ugliest side of racism.  The screen had an alert began flashing and the anchorman reading a bulletin… The Emergency Control Center at Police Headquarters – a specially outfitted command post – was opened at 7:30 p.m. on Thursday. That day, one hundred and ninety deputy sheriffs were asked for and assigned. Between 6:45 and 7:15 p.m., crowds at the scene of the trouble of the night before had grown to more than 1,000. Firemen who came into the area to fight fires in three overturned automobiles were shot at and bombarded with rocks. The first fire in a commercial establishment was set only one block from the location of the Frye arrests, and police had to hold back rioters as firemen fought the blaze. Shortly before midnight, rock-throwing and looting crowds for the first time ranged outside the perimeter. Five hundred police officers, deputy sheriffs and highway patrolmen used various techniques, including fender-to-fender sweeps by police cars, in seeking to disperse the mob. By 4:00 a.m. Friday, the police department felt that the situation was at least for the moment under control. At 5:09 a.m., officers were withdrawn from emergency perimeter control.

We watched in horror the feeling of hatred, racism and violence is now infecting our family room.  I am so sleepy that I stood up and heading upstairs mommy and daddy I am going to bed.  Promise me that we are going to be safe.  My father muted the sound holding his arms open, I ran to him and mom for a hug.  He whispered, do you remember when we were driving cross country last summer to see Grandma and Grandpa in New York and when we were in Arizona the man tried to run us off the road?  Nodding yes, I protected us then with my army issued rifle and everything turned out fine, right?  I will always protect you, that’s always going to be my promise to you all.  Good night honey, we will talk in the morning…I climbed the stairs to my room, in the darkness I lay awake searching for serenity and comfort.  Flashbacks of  squatting on the floor of the backseat of our ’64 Ford Torino station wagon hanging on and being jolted because the driver in the other car was side swiping us and trying to move out of the way so dad could get is rifle.  Tears staining my pillow I fell asleep afraid to dream and felt the worst was yet to come…Pease Out!

We are about to revisit those times when 1965 Civil Rights was in the forefront setting a maelstrom of fire, anger, violence across the country galvanizing America and the world to announce to the world the revolutionary transformative cultural challenge has come to life.  As a result, retaining its African-American roots, principles and aesthetics, jazz has become one of the world’s first truly global music styles. The centrality of ‘mindfulness improvisation, maintaining fluidity of collective and collaborative nature of jazz’s influence enables us to have a vision that will reveal new traits without sacrificing identity.

I was born with a pen in my mouth.  I am also a visual person.  Jazz was my first language.  Sounds emanated from a place deep inside of me and the only way I could express myself was through sight and sounds.  It was a ‘mindfulness improvisation’ that began before I could speak.  It became the secret life of liner notes that would save my life some day.  For now, the gifts that God gave me were about to come to life.   Using mindfulness improvisation as an instruction manual that gives formulas to help us face challenges, fears and civil strife are transformed and awakened to who we are meant to be.  It is what I would like to call Mindfulness Improvisation because you have to be present with your fears in order to transform and causes you to grow and discover your gifts.  We are born with these gifts, however, some are just natural proclivities and what we like to do.  To carry this thought further, challenges bring about the hidden gifts and abilities  that are dormant in all of us.  Destiny is the difference between what should be from what you are meant to be.

My initial discoveries more than 20 years ago on my spiritual path and facing Breast Cancer allowed me to see that there is a bigger picture of life, a level of reality beyond a mere human experiential life.   These awareness’s shifted my perception tremendously and awakening a visioning process that is developed as a way of mindfulness improvisation that creates a new insight.  So let life challenges begin, we are transforming and awakening to the gifts we are giving and creating terrains and vistas  of adventure and amazement to an ever evolving life!  Peace Out!  JBC 😎

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Jazz Bytes ~ Rawsome Zucchini Pasta Marinara by Chef Gena Hamshaw feat. Seattle Women’s Jazz Orchestra – Nisqually Riff

It is 80 degrees and sunny and the humidity is low in the Pacific NW.  It is a gorgeous day to do what I like to refer to as my eazy peazy summer day and this recipe is absolutely delicious and fits right in.  Bon Appétit!  Peace Out!  JBC 😎

 

vegan-zucchini-pasta_ Courtesy of food52_MarkWweinberg_
vegan-zucchini-pasta_ Courtesy of food52_MarkWweinberg_

 

Author Notes: This is one of the simplest way to eat zucchini noodles, and one of the best. The marinara sauce is raw — nothing more than blended tomatoes and some seasoning — but in spite of that it manages to taste rich and complex. – Gena Hamshaw  Serves 4

  • 3cups vine-ripened or heirloom tomatoes, chopped
  • 1/2cup red bell pepper, chopped
  • 1/2cup sun-dried tomatoes, chopped (you can use tomatoes that are oil-packed and drained, or tomatoes that are dried and have been rehydrated in boiling water, then drained)
  • 1clove garlic, minced

Blend the tomatoes, pepper, sun-dried tomatoes, garlic, maple syrup, sea salt, black pepper, thyme, and basil in a blender or a food processor till relatively smooth. Drizzle in the olive oil with the motor of the machine running, and keep blending till the sauce is smooth. Season to taste, and set the sauce aside.

  1. Use a spiralizer, a vegetable peeler, or a box grater to cut your zucchini into noodle shapes. Divide the zucchini onto four plates, and top each with about half a cup of the marinara sauce. Garnish each plate with a tablespoon of chopped basil, and serve.

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Jazz on Canvas ~ Awakening to Bring About the Life Within

Courtesy of Sergio Luzzi "Eruzione"
Courtesy of Sergio Luzzi “Eruzione”

 

 

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds:
And as the mind is pitch’d the ear is pleased
With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touch’d within us, and the heart replies.
~William Cowper

 

June always reminds me of renewal, remembering, and rebirth.  Like the seasons in our life, when you truly awaken to your life you allow yourself to rediscover the magic of the life within.  This video is a wonderful way of awakening to the new life that is aching to get out!  Peace Out!  JBC 😎

 

 

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Jazz on Canvas ~ Prelude ~ Creating an Acoustic Vision of Life: Finding Jazz in Everyday Life

Excerpt from Achille Perilli's original oil entitled_L INAUGURIZONE DEL TORRORE
Excerpt from Achille Perilli’s original oil entitled_L INAUGURIZONE DEL TORRORE

 

This  painting was a reproduction by arrangement with FELIX LANDAU GALLERY of Los Angeles.  I was eleven years old and being in the company of Igor Stravinsky, Stan Kenton, Count Basie, and Dizzy Gillespie just to name a few the coup de gras was meeting Mr.  Achille Perilli who designed the costumes and setting fo the ballet, “Mutazioni” at La Scala Milan has had more than a dozen one man shows in Europe and  North and South America  It was also part of the Venice Bienale and one at the Landau Gallery in 1965.  His style and approach to the subject matter is to combine his personal use of color made Perilli at age 38 one of the most talked about young Italian painters to hit the scene in the 1960’s.  This painting was the cover  of  Gil Fuller and the Monterey Jazz Festival featuring Dizzy Gillespie and James Moody.  I selected the “Shadow of Your Smile” featuring Dizzy Gillespie because it truly embraces my introduction to Jazz with all the trimmings in 1965.

 

My earliest sense of what it means to be a writer began in 1965.   Jazz became my mentor, muse that gave me a lease on life.  One of my first introduction of seeing Jazz on Canvas began in 1968 when I went to summer school at the Rhodes School and spending time and taking a class next door at the Museum of Modern Art on 53rd Street and 5th Avenue.  That is when I had fallen in love with the sound, the words, and Modern Art.  That was my Aha! Moment.  I was hooked.  A lifetime sentence .

The sunrise cast a warm glow through my picture window early Monday morning. Dad is sitting at the piano in our living room making last-minute notations for the songs for rehearsal later today. He is my five a.m. wake up call. I would hear dulcet tones sending a breath of notes across my mind to the beat of my existence. It was a series of riffs and changes with a syncopated harmonic intent. It had a rhythm that majestically brought a sense of devotion to each note. The sound of him hitting each piano key gave the house a mystery, transforming life and setting our house apart from the rest of the houses on Wilton Place. (excerpt from Men from Monterey chapter)

Jazz has played a major role in  the development of modern art.  The  creative arts are connected because it expresses life in its sensibilities of memories, imagination and portrayal capturing qualities that evoke an emotional response.  It is truly a universal language that can choose any subject of the human condition and we all can respond.  In the beginning it gave the possibilities by  introducing and integrating the virtual modalities of sound and visual images.  It has been demonstrated time and time again in Modern Abstract Expressionism.

 

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Modern Abstract Expressionism by -kelly-occhiuzzo.j

 

The beauty of Jazz is that although it is American in its origin it has inspired and cultivated a medium that needs no translation.  The template of painting expressed using jazz as the catalyst when portraying life as the substrate began with Russian and Dutch painters. “Gesamtwerk”  is the totality of art  that utilizes music with painting. When he had this concept completely worked out he switched from representational art, the painting of landscapes and rural scenes, to a fluid and colorful expressionism that set the pattern for his contemporaries throughout the world.

 

Broadway Boogie Woogie by Kadinsky
Broadway Boogie Woogie by Kadinsky

Kandinsky’s influence was the most pronounced in  the works of the Dutch Painter Piet Mondrian (1872-1944) who was excited about jazz.  According to critics, Mondrian believed that, “Jazz was an innately visual experience, because it featured musicians and dancers together and he brought this into his own compositions.” The best example is in fact set in the United States, his painting “Broadway Boogie Woogie” (1942-43) in which hypnotic presentations of yellow squares and other colors are set in dramatic juxtaposition.

American painters followed very soon after with their own unique love affair with jazz.

 

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Corcoran Gallery of ArtDove68.17

 

The influence of jazz headlined  Arthur Dove (1880-1946) as one of America’s leading abstractionists. Dove was inspired and painted while listening to George Gershwin compositions patterns and syncopation. He said, “Anybody should be able to feel a certain state and express it in terms of music. Art is nearer to music–the music of the eyes.” This philosophy helped shape his work as well as his audiences in a profoundly positive way.

 

Stuart Davis Hot Still-Scape for Six Colors-7th Avenue Style 1940
Stuart Davis Hot Still-Scape for Six Colors-7th Avenue Style 1940

 

Stuart Davis (1892-1964) is also motivated by jazz. “I have always liked hot music,” he writes, “but I never realized it influenced my work. I was looking at a painting I had just finished. I got a funny feeling. If I looked, or if I listened there was no shifting of attention. It seemed to amount to the same thing–like twins, a kinship. After that I played (jazz) recordings while I painted. “While I could refer to many paintings leading with a similar musical …influence, I most admire Davis’s “Hot Still-Scape for Six Colors-7th Avenue Style” of 1940 which hangs in Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts.

 

A Year of Musical  Thinking is more of a subcategory of Fifty Shades of Jazz so that I may fully develop this project of writing a  comprehensive artistic autobiography, I am reticent to do so because of the vast and diversified, despite the fact that it is a self-published blog with a modest readership.  It began with going to my first rehearsal

The rehearsal was now under way.  It was an invitation to my imagination renewing my love for writing – cultivating a deep joy in my heart.  The studio fell silent. My father began to motion the count as he tapped his foot.  Calm waves from the alto sax and trombones began to move into the downbeat, the cymbal gently touches the shores of 4/4 time….Dizzy’s cheeks puffed out, his crazy angled trumpet bell releases the sounds of surprise announcing …the  Man from Monterey has arrived. (exerpt from Men of Monterey chapter).

I had fallen in love with the sound of words, even though I had to keep it a secret.   I credit discovering my inner voice when immersed in the sound and creation of jazz music was realized at today’s session.  Now when I am facing cancer riffs and licks, I want to include the incredible healing and transformative powers of Jazz, I write.  I am grateful for the wonders of life and God’s blessings, I write.  When I am weary and discouraged, I write.

It is an old story that some very good Jazz is made by some very awful people and that people are both good and bad, but it is really important that the story be told, not just that it happened, but the way Jazz is protected and continues into today.   I am  writing  while  standing on the shores of life facing waves and their wakes are vast in interpretation and of media and opinion. So, in the sporadic fashion I have begun it is crucial to continue for a while longer, because there are still some unfinished scenarious and acoustic and auditory snaps for future posts that I have carried around in a wicker treasure chest.  Even the goal of looking for jazz in everyday life with the  occasional discovery of new shades and work, is a lifelong proposition that can only help expand my cultural life as an artist. Fifty Shades of Jazz is a metaphorical time frame and if it is sometimes quite difficult to maintain continuity in a precarious world,  But that’s what I am driven to do….Peace Out!  JBC 😎

 

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Mindfulness Meditation Riffshot Sunday Spa ~ Living Beyond Limits: Amy Purdy at TEDxOrangeCoast

What we do as artists is a combination of experience & imagination. How that creeps into your work is not so linear.”  ~ Diana Krall

When facing a diagnosis of cancer or losing a job and or even the loss of a loved one ~ things seem tremendously bleak ~ that’s when imagination  is a way of transcending in that moment to a place in your heart that shields you from seemingly un-recoverable feelings of pain.  There are no words and nowhere to get relief.  It is incomprehensible to anyone who has not experienced that particular circumstance and there is no way they can understand how to help you process it.  In my case it seems that even though the event happened eleven years ago it still brushes against the thorns that are in my heart.  When I watched this video and listened to Amy’s story and how this remarkable young woman indeed made lemonade from lemons I was somehow liberated from the self absorbed “victim” to someone who just needs to have an attitude adjustment.  The mind is a powerful source when it is directed by our souls and translated into living with the circumstance and not merely surviving.  So, to that end, have a go and listen to Amy, she is one brave woman.  Peace Out!  JBC  ~~(*_*)~~

Amy Purdy talks about the power of imagination. She explains how our lives are not determined by what happens to us, but by the choices we make. Imagination allows us to break down borders, to move beyond our circumstances, to create and constantly progress.

Amy Purdy has been through hardships that most of us will never face — or can even fathom. But what makes her story so incredible is not that fact that she lived a “normal” childhood and spent her high school years as a passionate artist and snowboarder, then traumatically lost both her legs at age 19, but how she has persevered, taking implausible challenges and rising above them.
Today, Amy is an athlete; currently the top ranked adaptive female snowboarder in the world. Amy also spends a good amount of time helping others; specifically those with physical challenges get involved with snowboarding, skateboarding, wakeboarding and other action sports through the organization she co-founded Adaptive Action Sports. Challenging herself while making a positive impact on the world is a true testament to Amy’s spirit.

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Poet’s Beat ~ “Trumpet Player” by Langston Hughes Accompanied by Liner Notes on “Manteca” feat. Dizzy Gillespie

MJFO rehearsal 1965 I was blessed to be there wih Ralph J. Gleason
MJFO rehearsal 1965 I was blessed to be there wih  Dizzy, My Dad in front and  seated next to Ralph J. Gleason

Liner Notes

 

As we wrap up Poetry Month I selected my father’s arrangement for Dizzy Gillespie entitled  Manteca  with a 20-piece big band assembled on May 24, 1954 recorded a piquant 16-and-a-half-minute suite in five movements.  It is a metaphor for my life.  I was the “native” daughter of the Jazz world in the ‘60’s where the reining tradition was parents had the final word.  My father was a complicated man of contradictions.  Reading and writing poems was a break for freedom escaping the insuperable labyrinth of gender and race that consumed mixed little girls like me. I would hold up in my room for hours overhearing myself admit difficult truths that I could not hide from. I didn’t know how or when I would make my move.  This is my first rehearsal — a chance to explore the province of sound and as Kerouac coined it “beatitude”.  That is when I found my rhythm and started writing poems and improvised prose.  The rehearsal was now under way, it became an invitation to my imagination evoking my love for writing – cultivating a joy deep in my heart.  The studio was silent. My father taps the baton 3 times, the horns begin to play on the downbeat, the cymbal keeps time….Dizzy’s cheeks puffed, trumpet poised as he began to play…Man from Monterey.  Ralph J. Gleason from the Chronicle summed it up on the album’s liner notes…The 1965 Monterey Jazz Festival music clearly is designed to last.  This amalgam of the talents of Gillespie and Fuller are insurance that it will. The orchestra played the music at this session for all time, which is the way good jazz is always played. I had fallen in love with the sound of words, even though I had to keep my writing a secret.   Langston Hughes was an icon when I was growing up and he wrote this poem for all the unsung trumpet players…Hope you enjoy both and feel the way I feel every time I hear it… Peace Out~  JBC 😎

 

 

 

Trumpet Player

by Langston Hughes

 

 

The Negro
With the trumpet at his lips
Has dark moons of weariness
Beneath his eyes
where the smoldering memory
of slave ships
Blazed to the crack of whips
about thighs

The negro
with the trumpet at his lips
has a head of vibrant hair
tamed down,
patent-leathered now
until it gleams
like jet-
were jet a crown

the music
from the trumpet at his lips
is honey
mixed with liquid fire
the rhythm
from the trumpet at his lips
is ecstasy
distilled from old desire-

Desire
that is longing for the moon
where the moonlight’s but a spotlight
in his eyes,
desire
that is longing for the sea
where the sea’s a bar-glass
sucker size

The Negro
with the trumpet at his lips
whose jacket
Has a fine one-button roll,
does not know
upon what riff the music slips

It’s hypodermic needle
to his soul
but softly
as the tune comes from his throat
trouble
mellows to a golden note

Langston Hughes

Submitted: Saturday, March 27, 2010

 

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Poet’s Beat ~ Talking About New Orleans by Jayne Cortez Accompanied by Mary Lou Williams’ “It’s the Talk of the Town”

“Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.”  ~ Alexander Smith

Cool Alley in New Orleans alley

We have just a few more days to our Poetic  Journey through Jazz.  I thought that Jayne Cortez’s Talking About New Orleans reminded me of a walking meditation through Times Square on a rainy April day in 2002  the vestiges of the devastation cased by 911 gave me the same chills as today’s poem that was devastated by Natures hand ~ Katrina.  Mary Lou Williams’ “It;s the Talk of the Town”  playing the piano gives me an intense sense of hope and that life is always subject to change, but finding the beauty in those moments is a wonderful way of showing gratitude and healing by God’s hands … I hope that it proves the same for you.  Peace Out!  JBC 😎 

 

Talking About New Orleans
By Jayne Cortez

Talking about New Orleans
About deforestation & the flood of vodun paraphernalia
the Congo line losing its Congo
the funeral bands losing their funding
the killer winds humming intertribal warfare hums into
two storm-surges
touching down tonguing the ground
three thousand times in a circle of grief
four thousand times on a levee of lips
five thousand times between a fema of fangs
everything fiendish, fetid, funky, swollen, overheated
and splashed with blood & guts & drops of urinated gin
in syncopation with me
riding through on a refrigerator covered with
asphalt chips with pieces of ragtime music charts
torn photo mug shots & pulverized turtle shells from Biloxi
me bumping against a million-dollar oil rig
me in a ghost town floating on a river on top of a river
me with a hundred ton of crab legs
and no evacuation plan
me in a battered tree barking & howling with abandoned dogs
my cheeks stained with dried suicide kisses
my isolation rising with a rainbow of human corpse &
fecal rat bones
where is that fire chief in his big hat
where are the fucking pumps
the rescue boats
& the famous coalition of bullhorns calling out names
hey I want my red life jacket now
& I need some sacred sandbags
some fix-the-levee-powder
some blood-pressure-support-juice
some get-it-together-dust
some lucky-rooftop-charms &
some magic-helicopter-blades

I’m not prepared
to live on the bottom of the water like Oshun
I don’t have a house built on stilts
I can’t cross the sea like Olokun
I’m not equipped to walk on water like Marie Laveau
or swim away from a Titanic situation like Mr. Shine
Send in those paddling engineers
I’m inside of my insides
& I need to distinguish
between the nightmare, the mirage,
the dream and the hallucination
Give me statistics
how many residents died while waiting
how many drowned
how many suffocated
how many were dehydrated
how many were separated
how many are missing
how many had babies
and anyway
who’s in charge of this confusion
this gulf coast engulfment
this displacement
this superdome shelter
this stench of stank
this demolition order
this crowded convention center chaos
making me crave solitary confinement

Am I on my own
exhausted from fighting racist policies
exhausted from fighting off sex offenders
exhausted from fighting for cots for tents for trailers
for a way out of this anxiety this fear this emptiness
this avoidance this unequal opportunity world of
disappointments accumulating in my undocumented eye
of no return tickets

Is this freedom is this global warming is this the new identity
me riding on a refrigerator through contaminated debris
talking to no one in particular
about a storm that became a hurricane
& a hurricane that got violent and started
eyeballing & whistling & stretching toward
a category three domination that caught me in
the numbness of my own consciousness
unprepared, unprotected and
made more vulnerable to destabilization
by the corporate installation of human greed, human poverty
human invention of racism & human neglect of the environment

I mean even Buddy Bolden came back to say
move to higher ground
because a hurricane will not
rearrange its creativity for you
& the river will meet the ocean in
the lake of your flesh again
so move to higher ground
and let your jungle find its new defense
let the smell of your wisdom restore the power of pure air
& let your intoxicated shoreline rumble above & beyond the
water-marks of disaster
I’m speaking of New Orleans of deportation
of belching bulldozers of poisonous snakes
of bruised bodies of instability and madness
mechanism of indifference and process of elimination
I’m talking about transformation about death re-entering life with
Bonne chance, bon ton roulé, bonjour & bonne vie in New Orleans, bon

 

From On the Imperial Highway: New and Selected Poems by Jayne Cortez. Copyright © 2009 by Jayne Cortez. Used by permission of Hanging Loose Press. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

 

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