50 Shades of Monterey ~ The Best Laid Plans…featuring “Groovin’ High” (2007 Digital Remaster) ~ Dizzy Gillespie)


This is an excerpt from my memoir “The Sound I Felt” ~ The Feelin’ ain’t gone, it’s filled with riffs from the past, present and future.

When I woke up yesterday morning, the first day of the Monterey Jazz Festival I discovered that my breast cancer treatment was scheduled for the same day. The one thing that I have discovered on the road to Monterey is that no matter where I am – I am always there.  All is well.

It’s Saturday, September 19, 2015.  Today I headed to Fisherman’s Wharf.  There was a Tsunami of emotional memories that came like a wave of healing that inspired me to expand on this whole idea of moving from Seattle, Washington back to my jazz roots in Monterey.  I am living in the East Bay but BART is my portal back to the 1965 MJF fairgrounds for day two of this year’s festival.

When the idea (in my terms the “melody”) in this case covering the Festival, breast cancer always seems to hit the bottom notes creating my counter melody. So jazz and its’ culture becomes the ambient substrate for me to write harmonic riffs and changes to heal my life and to improvise a way to have the best of both worlds. There are three categories that describe ways which folks approach life. Inner-directed, other-directed and tradition-directed.

Growing up, my father through his music and living style demonstrated and showed me that I am an Inner-directed individual. In my sixty years, I can’t think of any musician, artist or writer who is not. Inner directed people don’t care about anything except what they want to do most! On the other hand I have gone to school and have friends that are other-directed that don’t appear to have a sense of their identity based upon the approval of others or the world around them. In the 70s when I was graduating from college and I tried to make my father happy by going to medical school, the tradition-directed approach would be the best way to describe following the rules that were handed down from my father’s dream for me and past. There were many discordant harmonies that threw me off balance and caused a tremendous amount of conflict, dis-ease and most of all an identity crisis. Don’t you know that mixed chicks don’t fit in anywhere.

Life is not linear even though it is based upon notes that are on a scale. Mindfulness constantly reminds me of how I am feeling. When the melody and rhythm are bathed in jazz form, there is freedom to explore and to live within the discomfort and acceptance brings about healing on all fronts.

This is a prelude to the next segment ~ Riff Words ~ Monterey Jazz, Then & Now on my Kindle…

Live, Laugh and Love
Live, Laugh and Love

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The Sound I felt ~ A Terror is More Certain . . .by Bob Kaufman featuring Gil Fuller & Monterey Jazz Festival – Angel City Blues – Feat. Dizzy Gillespie

Watts Riots
Watts Riots

Forty years ago today, large sections of South Los Angeles went up in flames. The violence and looting came to be known as the Watts riots. The chaos was a precursor to the urban unrest other cities would soon experience. In a few moments, we’ll hear from a man who continues to activism that sprang from the 1965 riots, but, first, some history. ~ Adolfo Guzman Lopez, Reporter for KPCC

It has been fifty years when the first time I felt terror in August of 1965 when the Watts riots broke out and the Tsunami of hate, violence, fear which through the veil of animosity lay the remains of life.  The 19” television in our family room seemed to have drowned out the music and replaced it with noise.  Bob Kaufman’s A Terror is More Certain… and Angel City Blues acoustically recounts the story, beginning light and deliberate to an absolute terror filled frenzy of destruction and loss.  What do you feel and hear?  Peace & Out!  JBC 😎 & ❤

A Terror is More Certain . . .

By Bob Kaufman

A terror is more certain than all the rare desirable popular songs I
know, than even now when all of my myths have become . . . , & walk
around in black shiny galoshes & carry dirty laundry to & fro, & read
great books & don’t know criminals intimately, & publish fat books of
the month & have wifeys that are lousy in bed & never realize how
bad my writing is because i am poor & symbolize myself.

A certain desirable is more terror to me than all that’s rare. How
come they don’t give an academic award to all the movie stars that
die? they’re still acting, ain’t they? even if they are dead, it should
not be held against them, after all they still have the public on their
side, how would you like to be a dead movie star & have people sit-
ting on your grave?

A rare me is more certain than desirable, that’s all the terror, there
are too many basketball players in this world & too much progress
in the burial industry, lets have old fashioned funerals & stand
around & forgive & borrow wet handkerchiefs, & sneak out for
drinks & help load the guy into the wagon, & feel sad & make a
date with the widow & believe we don’t see all of the people sink-
ing into the subways going to basketball games & designing baby
sitters at Madison Square Garden.

A certain me is desirable, what is so rare as air in a Poem, why can’t
i write a foreign movie like all the other boys my age, I confess to all
the crimes committed during the month of April, but not to save
my own neck, which is adjustable, & telescopes into any size noose,
I’m doing it to save Gertrude Stein’s reputation, who is secretly
flying model airplanes for the underground railroad stern gang of
oz, & is the favorite in all the bouts . . . not officially opened yet
Holland tunnel is the one who writes untrue phone numbers.

A desirable poem is more rare than rare, & terror is certain, who
wants to be a poet & work a twenty four hour shift, they never ask
you first, who wants to listen to the radiator play string quartets all
night. I want to be allowed not to be, suppose a man wants to
swing on the kiddie swings, should people be allowed to stab him
with queer looks & drag him off to bed & its no fun on top of a
lady when her hair is full of shiny little machines & your a**
reflected in that television screen, who wants to be a poet if you
f**k on t.v. & all those cowboys watching.

Bob Kaufman, “A Terror is More Certain . . .” from Cranial Guitar. Copyright © 1996 by Eileen Kaufman. Reprinted by permission of Coffee House Press. http://www.coffeehousepress.org

Source: Cranial Guitar (Coffee House Press, 1996)

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The Sounds I felt ~Riff Shots, Licks, Mimesis and Acoustic & Video Snaps from The Village Vanguard, Me, My Father and Ahmad Jamal circa 1969 Accompanied by Ahmad Jamal – “Frank’s Tune”

NewYork_VillageVanguard_Courtesyof singyoursongthemovie_dot_com
NewYork_VillageVanguard_Courtesyof singyoursongthemovie_dot_com

My family and I moved back to New York in the Fall of 1969.  We lived in Jamaica Estates in Queens.  My mother said that the one thing she loved about living in New York City was the change of Seasons.  LA was was a stark contrast and a culture shock for me.  I remembered living on Riverside Drive and going to the park with all the other children and their mom’s or nanny’s.  Night life was a whole different world.  There was no comparison, the opening of the Los Angeles Music Center (an upcoming post) was a gala event in 1967.  Limousines and everyone all glammed up ~ tux’s and evening gowns that stole the show from the stars that shone that night in the sky.  Bling everywhere!  Night life in the New York Jazz scene had its own magic.  Everybody was a superstar.  The subways meant you travelled in style.  You didn’t need a limo.  Besides everyone had the chance to sit next to Dizzy or Miles or Byrd and if you knew that you were in their presence, you smiled and cocked your head to greet them.  There was no standing on ceremony.  The only ceremony was in the club.  There is something majestic about New York, snow, traffic, subways, the hot dog and pretzels stands, and I can’t forget the pervasive smell of chestnuts that were roasting signaling the holiday season was near.  We took the F train in and got out on 14th Street in the Village.


I saw the red awning blanketed with snow that glistened in the evening lights, I felt my heart skip a beat.  The Village Vangard’s grand opening on February 22, 1935, by Max Gordon. At first, it featured many forms of music  and poetry~ folk music and beat poetry, but it switched to an all-jazz format in 1957. The Village Vanguard, is a small underground club nestled in the heart of Greenwich Village and to the best of my recollection one of the hottest places in the world to hear the best jazz,  We made our way down stairs to a table that was right next to the piano.  My father ordered Jambalaya and Shrimp Étouffée with Dirty Rice.  A spotlight shown on the piano that was tucked into a corner.  I will always wonder how the heck they got this Steinway Grand Piano down a narrow flight of stairs, so narrow mind you, you have to turn sideways to descend them.  The clapping began to fill the air and  Ahmad walked out smiling and bowing as he made his way to the piano.  He gave my father a warm hug  and bowed to our table then sat down to play Snowfall, and Frank’s Tune.  These were songs my father told me they worked together on. My father said that Ahmad was like Errol Garner and Joe Henderson who had a way with the ivory that Count Basie and Duke would applaud.  What a treat to be caught up in the mindfulness and sacredness of Jazz in a well established club in the Village.  That night was so unique and as perfect  as an individual snow flake  Tom MoonNPR musical correspondent put it like this, Ahmad Jamal is one of the great Zen masters of jazz piano. He plays just what is needed and nothing more… every phrase is perfect.”  Peace Out!  JBC 😎  ❤  Happy Nu Year!  Here is a snap of M. Jamal playing at the Alhambra so you can get a feel of what it was like at the Village Vanguard back in 1969.  I hope you enjoy it.  Peace and Love Out!  JBC 😎 & ❤

Happy Holidaze 2 U from the Pacific Northwest.

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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.

Surreal Last Exit

‘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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Jazzin’ Thru Thursday ~ I am NOT a Breast Cancer SURVIVOR: The Survivor’s Guilt is a Fate worse than death featuring Francesco Santucci – “Last Train to Heaven”

Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops… at all.  ~Emily Dickinson


Salvador Dali's Exploded-Head
Salvador Dali’s Exploded-Head

October has been designated as Breast Cancer Month.  Everywhere I have looked over the last 17 years it seems as though folks have been in  denial and use terms like…I AM CURED, SURVIVOR, IT CAN’T COME BACK…blah blah blah ad nauseum.  I realize that I cannot be defined as being a Breast Cancer Survivor ~ I am NOT my breast cancer diagnosis, I am so much more.  Macmillan dictionary defines a Survivor as:  Someone or something that still exists after an event that could have killed or destroyed them; someone or something that still exists after every other member of a group has died or been destroyed;  someone who manages to continue a successful life despite very bad experiences.  Well it doesn’t capture my breast cancer journey nor even touch the quality of life I had with my mother.  It makes the mistaken assumption that I am:  merely existing; or that I still exist after every loved one and other members had died; or have manage to continue a successful life. That would be a big fat NOT!  God brings challenges into our lives to make us stronger and remember those things on the way to living a life of grace.  Here is an excerpt to my memoir, Being Jazz where I the lessons from jazz mindfulness improv truly taught me how to turn adversity into love.

Contrary to popular belief, everyone has the ability to change their circumstance, point of view and/or state of mind.  Now you say She must be tripping….  Well, I was skeptical about the whole change your mind and life thing, too.  Breast cancer was the second adversity that changed that for me.  It made me question what I thought; my beliefs and why I was so unhappy.  Going through chemotherapy I discovered that I wanted to desperately live with music and not die with the noise of surgeries, chemotherapy, loss of my hair and everything I believed made me happy.  That being said, this was by no means something that could change overnight.  It meant to go back to my fondest memories.  I had to get rid of all of my attachments and material things because quite honestly, they didn’t mean much.  Dad died six years earlier and mom’s cancer returned after so many years.  It was just us.  My friends found it hard to talk to me.  They simply didn’t know what to do or say.  At the time, I was angry and frustrated about everything.  I wanted to give up.  It began in November of 2000.  I was having reconstructive surgery. Here’s an excerpt from Being Jazz that became my major Aha! Moment…

“It was Thursday, November 30th, 2000, I was 46 years old.  A week after Thanksgiving, this was going to be my big Reconstructive Surgery Day.  It was my attempt to make up for all of the losses and the ravages that resulted from the traumatic complications from my bilateral mastectomy.   Life, as I knew it six months before today, would be restored.  I wanted to believe that life was the space between the notes and would free me from the exiled island where I had come to live.  Today, I realize that every breath I take is the space between the notes in a melody that is fueled by God’s love and grace.  I learned that surrendering, accepting and embracing everything that has happened in my “so called perfect life” for example, … in 1990 being — completely paralyzed from Guillain-Barré Syndrome; my father’s death in 1994; my mom’s return of cancer that was terminal in 1997; my breast cancer diagnosis on April 14, 2000 (ironically on my father’s birthday); my bilateral mastectomy in June 2000 with all of its complications followed by my chemotherapy with all of its’ dreadful side effects in July,2000; my reconstructive surgery November of 2000 and finally the loss of my career as a successful paralegal after 20 years. Yes, today   is going to be my day; I get the chance to make things right with my soul and universe within.  I hoped that it was not just an illusion.?

The downside is that it is easy to get lost in the maze of traditional medicine and living a life that is not based on quality.  There is a sense of apathy and a sinking feeling that as long as you ain’t in the acute phase then there is nothing to worry about.  Somehow that creeps the hell out of me.   Mom survived six years when the Oncologist  predicted she would only live a year and a half to two years.  We fought the good fight and when I was at the threshold of the “Last Exit” and my reconstructive surgery failed and on the way into back into the O.R. my mother told them to ignore my DNR and when I asked her why she said…”It is not your time yet!  I surrendered and she even though which resulted in having ten  subsequent painful ambulatory surgeries because the graft failed.   Jazz served as my way of escape because just before I went the anesthetic  my father’s CD was playing in the OR.  It brought back the happiest times of my life.  Jazz has its own code for living.  Words are the reflection of what is going on inside you and I have discovered from Carlos Castaneda that we must be impeccable in our word choices.  So for me Survivor is OUT and Living with Breast Cancer [livingwithbreastcancer.org] is IN and a more appropriate term.  What do you think?  Are you existing as a survivor or are you learning to dance on life’s shores of living the life that is waiting for you?  I hope you dance…Peace & Love Out!  JBC 😎 & ❤

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Word Play Wednesday…Here’s The Only Way Left For Regular Guys/Gals Like You And Me To Listen 2 ur life as a Portal to Self Discovery and Expression using Mindfulness Improv to turn Adversity into Love feat. RelaxingRecords – Smooth Jazz Evening – Brain Music


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


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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

Tasting memories

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!

Japanese translation for meaning
Japanese translation for meaning

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Jazz on Canvas Presenting ~ The Invitation by Oriah featuring Lana Ross – American Native Blues Shaman Guitar Song (feat. Andrei Krylov)

Modern Art Paintings 21st.-.-Merello.-_Pietro_di_Milano
Modern Art Paintings 21st.-.-Merello.-_Pietro_di_Milano

The Invitation by Oriah I credit for giving me the vision of using my love of words, jazz and mindfulness improvisation to tell my story.  I am not famous or rich, do I have to be?  I don’t think so, because what I do have much love for  is literary arts,  contemporary visual arts and yes jazz.  Now don’t get me wrong, but I feel that I have been on this planet for over half a century and the most endearing and heart felt awakenings were centered around being paralyzed and was renting a wheelchair through the Christmas holidays in 1990 and the big “C” (breast cancer) in 2000 that was by no means a wake up call, it was time to give my life all I had to help my mother and commrads in arms to stand tall and kick some major but on my way to realizing that improv is a powerful weapon and I am not my cancer.  I found that friends that I had known for awhile no longer knew what to say to me or ‘spiritually’ challenged individuals that alluded to my getting the illness because I questioned my faith and did something to offend the Higher Power.  Growing up in L.A. as a mixed raced little girl left me suspended between two worlds and when the Civil Rights movement dropped into an already smoldering situation there was fire, glass shard showers amid a smoked filled environment that was destined to infiltrate our black and white television sets.  The Jazz festival in Monterey 1965 was my “Invitation” to experience how men and women jazz musicians, stylist, arrangers, composers reflected their experiences and emotions that told a story of finding serenity, love and strength when faced with racism, chauvinism, and unfair wages still told their story that everyone who listened could understand.  I have learned to accept that racism will always be, but, it has become my choice to not let it stain my life.  To that end, I give you this poem that conjured up an awakened spirit that all of us have and have discovered through WordPress, amazing bloggers who really are what their hearts have been blessed to be.  Mixed race in my world includes ‘Native American‘ which my great grandpa a Calligrapher of Maps who showed me a different type of light.  Take Care, Peace Out!  ” tout de suite” because now is something we all have together….JBC 😎

The   Invitation

by Oriah

It doesn’t interest me

what you do for a living.

I want to know

what you ache for

and if you dare to dream

of meeting your heart’s longing.


It doesn’t interest me

how old you are.

I want to know

if you will risk

looking like a fool

for love

for your dream

for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me

what planets are

squaring your moon…

I want to know

if you have touched

the centre of your own sorrow

if you have been opened

by life’s betrayals

or have become shrivelled and closed

from fear of further pain.

I want to know

if you can sit with pain

mine or your own

without moving to hide it

or fade it

or fix it.

I want to know

if you can be with joy

mine or your own

if you can dance with wildness

and let the ecstasy fill you

to the tips of your fingers and toes

without cautioning us

to be careful

to be realistic

to remember the limitations

of being human.

It doesn’t interest me

if the story you are telling me

is true.

I want to know if you can

disappoint another

to be true to yourself.

If you can bear

the accusation of betrayal

and not betray your own soul.

If you can be faithless

and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty

even when it is not pretty

every day.

And if you can source your own life

from its presence.

I want to know

if you can live with failure

yours and mine

and still stand at the edge of the lake

and shout to the silver of the full moon,


It doesn’t interest me

to know where you live

or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up

after the night of grief and despair

weary and bruised to the bone

and do what needs to be done

to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me

who you know

or how you came to be here.

I want to know if you will stand

in the centre of the fire

with me

and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me

where or what or with whom

you have studied.

I want to know

what sustains you

from the inside

when all else falls away.

I want to know

if you can be alone

with yourself

and if you truly like

the company you keep

in the empty moments.



1999 All rights reserved By Oriah © Mountain Dreaming, from the book The Invitation published by HarperONE, San Francisco,


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


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 Riffshot ~ Improvisation ~ Awakening to The Life You Want…feat. University Of Toronto 10 O’clock Jazz Orchestra – “Awakening”



“To live your dream, you’ve got to see something (dream) and be willing to act it out (action)  Acting out a dream is always the more difficult part since it requires a leap of faith without quite knowing exactly the way to go about achieving your desire.  It is easy to get discouraged and ultimately give up on your vision when you don’t know how to achieve it.”  Nadia Brown from Becoming:  The Life & Musings of a Girl Poet


A time comes in everyone’s life when you finally get it!  In the fog of Life that is colored by all of your fears and confusion you stop and listen to the still small voice inside your head that cries out…ENOUGH1 Enough fighting, crying, blaming, and most of all struggling to hold on to the past or future. You center yourself to a mindfulness meditation like a child quieting down after a tantrum holding back your tears or just let go you lean in and visualize the world through new eyes.

Charicature of Igor Stravinsky
Charicature of Igor Stravinsky

I am in the present. I cannot know what tomorrow will bring forth. I can know only what the truth is for me today. That is what I am called upon to serve, and I serve it in all lucidity.” ~ Igor Stravinsky




You realize it’s time to stop hoping and waiting for something to change, or for happiness, safety and security to magically appear over the next horizon.




You realize that in the real world fairy tales and movies have happy endings, and that there are no guarantees of “happily ever after”.  It has to begin with you…and living the process you feel  a     sense of serenity and acceptance.



You realize that you are not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are… but that’s OK. They are entitled to their own opinions. (however wrong they may  be LOL)



You realize the importance of loving and nurturing yourself…and in the process you have created a sense confidence that is rooted in self-approval.



Your no longer complain and/or blame other people for the things they did or didn’t do to or for you –you realize that the only thing you can really count on is God’s grace and gifts you were born with,



You realize that people don’t always say what they mean or mean what they say.  Not everyone will or can always be there for you  accepting the fact that it is not about You.



You are able to stand on your own and can take care of yourself…and in the process you gain a sense of safety and security that makes you self-reliant and sufficient,




You stop judging and begin to accept people as they are.  You realize that their shortcomings and human frailties are what God created in us freeing us so that we may gain a sense of peace and contentment that is a manifestation of forgiveness.

musical_note_clip_art_12518 You open up to new worlds, different points of view, and the tapestry of possibilities and wonder that life has to offer. You reassess and redefine who you are and what you really stand for letting go of those things that no longer serve you.



You accept the difference between wanting and needing.  You discard the doctrines, values and thoughts that you’ve outgrown.




You accept that there is power and dignity in creating and making contributions to make the world a better place.




You understand that the principles of honesty and integrity are essence of what holds us together and the foundation upon which you must build your life.



You don’t know everything and it’s not your responsibility to save the world.  The only cross  you have to bear is the one you choose to carry.


musical_note_clip_art_12518You realize what love is.  Relationships only thrive with mutual respect and caring and harmony. You understand that “alone”  does not mean lonely it means solitude.


You realize that you cannot control people, situations or outcomes. You  distinguish between guilt and accountability and the value of setting boundaries and learning how to say NO.


musical_note_clip_art_12518Your body is really your temple. You must take care for it and treat it with respect. You eat a balanced diet, drinking more water, add walking meditation to your lifestyle.



musical_note_clip_art_12518You understand that being “tired” fuels doubt, fear, and confusion and treat yourself to rest.  Sustenance comes with the understanding that ‘food fuels the body’ ~ ‘laughter fuels the soul’ and ‘gratitude makes your life fuller and richer’. It is vital that you take more time to laugh and to play.



You accept the fact that in order to achieve success you need direction, discipline and perseverance. You also understand sometimes you cannot do it alone, and when to take the chance to ask for help and support.



You understanding that fear is not real and a tremendous drain on your energy.  You are now able to lean into your fears understanding that there is no wrong choice, you must make another this is what life is all about.  You are able to handle whatever comes before you because you are on the right wake.  “It is the not the destination that matters it is the journey.



You fight for your beliefs and life and not waste it living under a cloud of confusion and despair.



Most important principle in improvising your life is that life isn’t always fair, you don’t always get what you want and that sometimes bad things happen to all of us.



musical_note_clip_art_12518Negative emotions such as anger, envy and resentment must be redirected or you will disappear.



musical_note_clip_art_12518At the end of the day, you realize that you must have gratitude for your life and the simple comforts of shelter, food and a life you can create.  Instead of looking at what you don’t have you focus on the things you do have.


It is necessary for us to take responsibility for ourself by making a commitment to honor yourself and others never to settle for anything less than what your heart and soul desires.  Keep smiling, trusting, and to stay in mindful awareness allowing life to unfold into possibilities you never thought were possible.  This is what my mindfulness meditations have given me and what I learned from the jazz lessons I have included in my life improvising, experiencing, learning, accepting and waiting.  At the end of the day, with courage in you heart inhale your dreams and exhale those things that don’t allow them to become a reality.  July 30th is my birthday and I can honestly say that I have a love of life and are living the creative life that was only dreams when I was eleven years old.  How about you?  What have you learned?  I bet you will surprise yourself…. Peace Out!  JBC 😎


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Copyright 2011-2014  by Jannat Marie/Jazzybeatchick. All rights Reserved.

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