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Friday Free Write ~ Jazz Improv Flash Notes on Getting to Know Who You Are featuring David Benoit’s “Human Nature”

Romare Bearden Odyssey - a trip of self discovery
Romare Bearden Odyssey – a trip of self discovery
“Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in the face of certain defeat.” ― Ralph EllisonInvisible Man

Our experiences shape and make us into the people we are today.  But that does not clarify who we really are or for that matter what we are passionate about or what we want from life or what our purpose is.

We develop beliefs and values albeit good and not so good from our environment.  The pressure from society to conform plays the biggest role in how these virtues are developed.

When I was younger, I thought academic achievement and fitting in defined my self-worth.

The sunrise cast a warm glow through my picture window early on that early Monday morning in February, 1965.  Dad is sitting at the piano in our living room making last-minute notations on 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….

…Growing up, I was the “native” daughter of a 60s Jazz arranger/conductor where the reining tradition was parents (‘rents) had the final word.  I slump down in my seat staring out the window trying to recover.  I feel betrayed.   Deep down inside I always felt like I was a visitor especially when it came to expressing my feelings and even more so in the world.  To me being mixed race or checking the “Other” box is a perfect witness to my life.  My father was a very complicated man of contradictions.  So reading and writing poems became my escape.    It liberated me from the labyrinths of insuperable gender and race biases that tend to dissipate little girls like me.

I would hole up in my room for hours overhearing myself admit difficult truths that I could not hide from.  It welcomed creative inspirations into my sensory consciousness.    It gave me the chance to explore and discover the province of sound and words.   I found my rhythm. Mom taught me how to read when I was 3.  I was eleven years old when I had fallen in love with sound, art and most of all words.  Dad throughout all the civil rights Tsunami did not faze him because he was driven to do the best on all levels for the upcoming Festival.  I followed suit in my own little way.  I survived by living in disguise. Since I was very young, the sanctity of my bedroom provided a canvas where I hoped, dreamed, set my own values and aspirations.  When I left my room I had to leave them behind like my books and other treasures tucked away on a shelf nestled in the opposite corner of the room.  I knew that Dad loved me, not without surrendering and bartering my own thoughts and feelings when he told me what I was supposed to want.  Dad repeatedly drummed into me that …being a doctor is where it’s at.  My foray into the jazz world began when I could feel my father’s intensity and determination given to each note; I mirrored that sensation into words at my desk.  I discovered and accepted the gifts and talents that Grandpa used to tell me… were gifts God gave me.  I let go of my family “persona”  free to let my imagination come alive and tap into my personal sense of purpose and who I really am.  Early mornings I would lie in bed hearing the music climb the stairs, it had a purpose, it had an intent – it was harmonic, it had a rhythm that grabbed my heart and rendered the beats to prepare me to go to my desk open my curtains and let the burst of the morning gently touch my face.  Jazz was transformative.  I was paralyzed by the feeling of losing my father’s love if I chose to follow my star.  I needed for him to tell me things would be okay.  That he would help me, encourage me, teach me the way things are in the world I was living.  How did he do it?  Every time I tried to step out of the role he created in the song he wrote for me, he would resist.  So I would withdraw and try to convince myself that he knows what’s best for me.  I was so conflicted when he would teach me how to sight sing from sheet music, take me to his rehearsals and ask what instrument I wanted to learn how to play?  There were definitely rules of conduct and engagement with others in the Jazz world.  There were two distinct behaviors, one associated with our home and private life and the one associated with our public life.  I spent most of the time in my room.  There the only rule was to be myself.

So here are suggested secret habits of Jazz Living that I learned that have helped me to find myself:

  • You do not have to prove or define your worth.

It is not up for debate.  You cannot change your circumstance by saying If I do everything my parents or loved one wants then I will be accepted or loved.  Not only is that self-deprecating and destructive it places your value outside of who you really are…worthy of love, respect, and compassion.

  • Take 5 to explore different things to find the things you enjoy.

Begin by having a mindfulness meditation on what things you would do if you were stranded on an island or in the country or even a big city and see what you would like to do and need.  Would you need a guitar, books, art supplies, a camera or would you run or dance in place or create a movie?  Explore what makes you feel comforted, and what comes naturally to you.  You can sign up for classes in dance, guitar lessons, listen to a different music to find out what resonates with you.

  • Let go of expectationsBe yourself!

Stop worrying about what the outcome will be.  Others have always tried to help me to find myself and granted that was wonderful but what I learned from the musicians when I went to their rehearsals was you have to discovers what makes you tick.  What gives you joy and what gives you pause.  Let your inner soul free to fly or sail to where ever it may lead you.

  • Take care of yourself.

Follow your gut.  If something doesn’t feel right, listen to yourself.  Give yourself a break at least, well in my case, a hundred times a day.  If something isn’t going the way I want it to, step back and see what it is you really want from the situation.

  • Fitting in is not the name of the game.

“The real treasure is not reaching your destination; it’s getting the most out of the journey.”

When you are living in the moment and being yourself you will attract authentic and lasting friendships into your life.  People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.

Your life is not set in stone.  You are the creator of your life and the choices you make.  You are Awesome and if someone tells you otherwise, tell them Haters Not Allowed.  Peace and Love Out!  JBC  😎 & ❤

Symbol 4 Inner Peace & Strength
Symbol 4 Inner Peace & Strength

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Jazz 4 The Holidaze: ~ Improvising Considerations 4 the New Year! Creating a Chance of a Lifetime ~ Part I featuring Video Snap of Positive Thinking

Happy New Year Courtesy of wondrouspics[dot]com
Happy New Year Courtesy of wondrouspics[dot]com
“The cool thing is that jazz is really a wonderful example of the great characteristics of Buddhism and great characteristics of the human spirit. Because in jazz we share, we listen to each other, we respect each other, we are creating in the moment. At our best, we’re non-judgmental.”  Herbie Hancock

Wishing you a Fabulous New Year!  It’s that time again for Resolutions.  I want to awaken listeners around the world to the powers of jazz and prose to heal and transform individuals and communities.

Fifty Shades of Jazz | Improvising Life Through Jazz © is my personal blog that reflects my mindfulness meditations, healthy living style, and thoughts on my transformation and healing journey living with complications from Breast Cancer and GBS (an autoimmune neuropathy).  When I apply Jazz and Zen Mind philosophy aka Improvisation has saved my life.  It began in 1997 when my mom and myself in the battle with Breast Cancer.  This blog will be filled with all things Jazz in entertainment, knowledge and wisdom pertaining to spirituality, philosophy, social commentary, music, health and various other thought-provoking subjects.  It continues to be my dream to garner sharing our experiences through comments and suggestions and Guest Posts that would evoke, exchange, and express our experiences of the blessings, beliefs and the right frame of mind we have felt and listened to along the life journeys that are engaging and inspiring.  On that note….

I found this wonderful post on the Live Write Thrive website by Robin Patchen that takes a look at cadence and rhythm as it relates to Searching for the Poetry in Story.

“Readers long for beauty in words the way tourists seek out beauty in landscape and architecture. Perhaps they fly to Paris for the wine and cheese, but they’ll admire the Notre Dame on the way to dinner, and the trip will be richer for it.

Cadence is rhythm. It’s that thing that makes you need to finish a limerick or lyric. If I were to sing “The wheels on the bus” Everybody in the room would say or at least think, “. . . go round and round.” You can’t help yourself because cadence longs to be finished. Poetry has a rhythm, and rhythm longs for completion.

Beautiful writing is about more than cadence though. It’s also about choosing lovely words, choosing the right words—those that reflect the scene and mood. It’s about letting people see beyond the words to the setting and characters and emotions beneath.”

“Life is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans.” John Lennon

 

It’s , many of us reflect on all that we’re grateful for. High on my list this year, as every year, are books and blogs. I cannot imagine my life without them and my friendly bloggers.  Here is a guided meditation for positivity throughout this Holiday Season that I use since I request a table for one,  I am never alone now.  Here is a gift for you!

Positive Thinking Meditation: Endorphin Meditation with Positive Affirmations

Focusing on the positives, and blessings rather than the negatives in our lives makes a real difference with respect to how we feel on a daily basis. It motivates us, enables us to feel inspired, brings hope, nurtures healthy self-esteem, and style builds self-confidence and makes us happy.  Neuroscience suggests that we can train ourselves to feel good and think positively ~ it’s a learned ability.  With practice and consistency we grow the neural pathways and collect cellular memory in our brain to take us whenever we need it. It’s a powerful yet gentle way to deal with depression.

I have desperately been trying to live simply and embrace nature by just leaning in and letting things happen spontaneously.  To not allow my ego to control or judge everything. It is so easy to get in our own way by imposing our desires, hidden agendas, ambitions, and ideas of what is right or wrong.   So just for today, let’s change the format a bit using poetry and the above meditation to set the cadence of our life’s transformation taking us to the life that is meant for us.

If I Had My Life to Live Over

by Nadine Stair

 

If I had my life to live over,
I’d dare to make more mistakes next time.
I’d relax, I would limber up.
I would be sillier than I have been this trip.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would take more chances.
I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would perhaps have more actual troubles,
but I’d have fewer imaginary ones.

You see, I’m one of those people who live
sensibly and sanely hour after hour,
day after day.

Oh, I’ve had my moments,
And if I had it to do over again,
I’d have more of them.
In fact, I’d try to have nothing else.
Just moments, one after another,
instead of living so many years ahead of each day.
I’ve been one of those people who never goes anywhere
without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat
and a parachute.
If I had to do it again, I would travel lighter than I have.

If I had my life to live over,
I would start barefoot earlier in the spring
and stay that way later in the fall.
I would go to more dances.
I would ride more merry-go-rounds.
I would pick more daisies.

If I could have a grown-up Christmas wish, it would be to eradicate the bully voices that plague so many writers. Although I understand, too, that it’s the struggle that makes the achievements all that much more rewarding.

I’d love to hear from others of you who’ve found helpful strategies for writing through the loneliness, for connecting to your writing even if and when no one is listening. Part of this is a practice; part of it is gaining confidence that what we say matters; part of it is owning that we want to be successful and that’s okay.

And then, of course, the number of people who are listening is going to shift as you grow. You may start with ten listeners and grow to a few hundred and then to a few thousand and then much more. Even the most famous and widely published authors started with a first piece of writing and a first published book.

Happy holidays and New Year everyone!

Until…Peace & Love Out!  JBC 😎

Symbol of Love
Symbol of Love

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Jazz 4 The Holidaze: 7 Habits of Living an Improvised Life by Listening to the Sounds U Feel When Embracing the Riffs of the Universe in 2016 Featuring “I Hope You Dance” by Oleta Adams

My Breast Cancer Journey ~ The sea of life 2011
My Breast Cancer Journey ~ The sea of life 2011
“…and the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and JOYFUL, by which we arrive at the ground at our own feet, and learn to be at home.”  Wendell Berry

Cancer permanently changes the spiritual landscape of our lives.  The ordeal can be devastating at points, but it can also provide a substrate to a new life.  For me, it is life that is waiting for me.  Being around folks worrying about the past or the ‘basic survival’ roof over your head things with electricity and running water take on a totally different topography that is transformative and welcomes living in the present.  Then I am invariably asked a hecka load of questions like…What did the doctor say?  I don’t understand.  I am dealing with blah, blah, blah and the counter melody in concert with the news of shootings, bombings and every unimaginable egregious travesty that drowns out the sounds of the Universe.

Constantly faced with health challenges brings memories of cancer ~ the chemo, the surgery, the nausea thing which is a constant discordant resistance.  Then there’s the Surviving breast cancer is better than “not” thing.    Maybe, but my mother was one of the many “not”s.  Somehow to survive loosing the closest and dearest friend in my whole life doesn’t bring a sense of joy or triumph.  After her death on Mother’s Day in 2003, things began as surviving that was fretted with guilt and pain.  .

Today it is all about listening and feeling a life that is spiritually and uniquely yours.  Listening for the signs and listening for the presence of angels and muses.  Growing up I learned these seven listening habits.  They provided a foundation for a new lease on living the life that was meant for me.  I didn’t fully realize that jazz was truly a blessing for healing and transformation my life until my mom death and I was completely on my own.  Now you may think, why?  I wanted to listen to heal my life and to change into the person my soul felt it to be.  So, I went back to my childhood.  I chose jazz, writing and collage art because it was an integral part of my getting connected to my soul as though I was still in the womb.

In 2004, I began writing and the memories of applying the secrets of jazz living to cancer.  Mindfulness meditation or in jazz terms “improvisation” is has opened my heart and soul learning to listen and to balance your life by embracing cancer and flowing with the sense of loss and a reliance transforming and empowering you to deal with life’s strife one moment at a time.

In The Sound I Felt (A Year of Living Musically chapter) jazz was the template for improvised or spontaneous living.  Sharing the journey and these experiences is what restores and renews our sense of commitment to a life that strengthens and heals all of us.  For me the worst part has been the ‘going it alone’ thing

What is your passion and how can it work for you?  The universe is the limit. These powerful, yet simple habits can change your life for the better. Unleash your creativity. You’ll be amazed at how simple yet, powerful these concepts are.   You’ve got nothing to lose and so much to gain.  Don’t get in the I don’t’like ‘Jazz‘ thing’ ~ how about substituting Jazz with something you love to do?

#1.    Honor your creativity and curiosity.

Listening and developing an appreciation of jazz has its own rewards. Most folks recognize that there are key life lessons they have learned while growing up and listening to music or if you learned to play the piano or guitar you will get the same benefits. Be true to yourself even if you march to a different beat.  It is virtually impossible to live a positive life with a negative attitude. When you think positively — sound turns into music; movement turns into dance; smiles become laughter and life becomes a celebration.

#2.  Metaphors are Life Challenges in disguise

Using life metaphors can enrich and transform your experience.  Metaphors can be bummers or lift you up.  How would you describe your life, is it a tragedy or a comedy or a “conflama” (conflict and drama)?  Are you a nose to the grindstone or creative unleashing your best type?   Metaphors are directly connected to your values and will light up your life?  Writing is one of my core values.  I rediscovered this when I participated in a poetry and prose workshop in 2003.  I always wanted to tap into my creativity and self expression.  I loved going to rehearsals and recording sessions to listen for the subtle differences; or go to a art museum and view artist’s truths about life and last but not least to read everything!  Whenever I write I make it an epic journey and I love to use my creative resource skills to deal with pitfalls and challenges.  What are your metaphors?  If they aren’t working for you, select another.

7 wonders of the world

#3.  Seek out and find your passion

When I write every day, there are days finding the right words seem more challenging, So I switch over to reading so I can experience different writing styles as well as research topics.  I love to read poetry when working on my memoir because it provides a different perspective that is based upon the sentient existence and the flow of life.  That is the only way to experience the importance of seeking excellence.

When you believe or see beauty in something, you should follow your heart no matter what anyone else thinks or says. If you have found something that is worthy of your focus, sacrifice, and efforts, you have discovered a passion of your life.  Poetry in the ambience of Jazz did it for me!

#4.  Seek Insight from your mistakes or choices that didn’t work

Finding and encouraging the passion and commitment to doing what you love.  I witnessed my dad’s commitment and instinctively I emulated him with my school work.  Music students are often high achievers academically. They develop a personal discipline and the focus needed to study or practice for long periods of time. The work ethic is developed during personal practice, applying lessons, and going to rehearsals.  When you have internalized these characteristics it becomes a part of your character.  This strength of character brings successes in every future endeavor you engage in.  Identify through reading and searches on the internet to find someone who is doing the exact passion you want to do.  Find out how they did it and how you can create and manifest it in your life.

# 5       Seek solitude:   Take a deep breath and allow yourself some time and space to step away from the expectations; the conversations; the pressures and the noise of everyday life.   Focus on your life in that moment. Strive for feeling free, independent and self-sufficient, gently let go thoughts of loneliness, worries or fear.  You can’t make yourself happy by bringing misery to other people.

#6        Seek a support group:   Finding friends that are supportive and who encourage you when you need it most was key to my journey.  I my father, my mom, Andrea, Greg, Gerry, my new found angle Constance, and my life long friend and muse Dave who have all walked along this journey with me.   A support system is crucial to any personal transformation and healing.  They will understand what you’re going through.  So get to steppin’ to the soul filled beat of your life.  Mark Nepo says it best Poetry is the unexpected fluent utterance of the soul…” 

#7        Seek your passion for Self Expression

Life’s challenges (riffs) are:  abandonment, arrogance, inferiority, rejection and shame.  Personal transformation allows us to overcome these riffs.  Jazz is a way of dealing with life’s challenges especially through featured solo performances.  The formula for a good life is harmony; being able to maintain and live truthfully; showing up and sharing a sense of well being and interconnectedness with others.  Finally having faith and trusting that these riffs are merely a part of living.  My biggest riff has always been abandonment beginning when I was just a little chick.  It filled the spectrum of being alone, judged and dependent upon everything and one outside of me.  Jazz taught me what being in the world and not of it truly means.  Joseph Campbell said “The privilege of a lifetime is to be who you are”.  Growing up in a jazz filled environment enabled me to see life from a different perspective.  I initially saw and felt it when dad was composing and arranging songs.  I also witnessed it at rehearsals and live performances on stage.  I discovered that I experienced it when I am reading and writing prose and making collages.  I had to keep it as a secret because the fear that dad would abandon me became overwhelming.  It took many years for me to develop the courage to be me.  So dance in the living room in your bare feet paint, write, compose a song or poem, or hip hop lyrics.

Learn  to respect your creativity and how to apply and extend those characteristics to everyone and thing in your life.  Happy Holidaze!  Seasons Greeting to for a Healthy and Blessed Holiday.  Peace and Love Out!  JBC 😎 & >3

Follow-your-dreams.-They-know-the-way Courtesy of Verybestquotes[dot]com
Follow-your-dreams.-They-know-the-way Courtesy of Verybestquotes[dot]com
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Jazz 4 The Holidaze ~ Poet’s Beat ~ Jazz Fan Looks Back by Jayne Cortez featuring Ella Fitzgerald’s~ The Secret of Christmas

Texture Absttact Jazz Art Paintings Courtesy of bits-r-us-dot-net
Texture Absttact Jazz Art Paintings Courtesy of bits-r-us-dot-net

Jazz music is America’s past and its potential, summed up and sanctified and accessible to anybody who learns to listen to, feel, and understand it. The music can connect us to our earlier selves and to our better selves-to-come. It can remind us of where we fit on the time line of human achievement, an ultimate value of art. ~ Winton Marsalis

The holidays are just around the corner and I am reveling in my wish to dance with my father again.  With that comes a reflective time to review my life and the health challenges I have been facing and looking back as Jayne has in this poem.  It brings to mind all of the Christmases in LA and New York filled with east-west wonder.  More importantly at the end of the day, I remember my rents always quoting Gershwin Life is a lot like jazz… it’s best when you improvise.  So improvising is just what the doctor ordered.

 

Jazz Fan Looks Back

By

Jayne Cortez

I crisscrossed with Monk
Wailed with Bud
Counted every star with Stitt
Sang “Don’t Blame Me” with Sarah
Wore a flower like Billie
Screamed in the range of Dinah
& scatted “How High the Moon” with Ella Fitzgerald
as she blew roof off the Shrine Auditorium
Jazz at the Philharmonic

I cut my hair into a permanent tam
Made my feet rebellious metronomes
Embedded record needles in paint on paper
Talked bopology talk
Laughed in high-pitched saxophone phrases
Became keeper of every Bird riff
every Lester lick
as Hawk melodicized my ear of infatuated tongues
& Blakey drummed militant messages in
soul of my applauding teeth
& Ray hit bass notes to the last love seat in my bones
I moved in triple time with Max
Grooved high with Diz
Perdidoed with Pettiford
Flew home with Hamp
Shuffled in Dexter’s Deck
Squatty-rooed with Peterson
Dreamed a “52nd Street Theme” with Fats
& scatted “Lady Be Good” with Ella Fitzgerald
as she blew roof off the Shrine Auditorium
Jazz at the Philharmonic

Best wishes 4 the Happiest, Merriest and most of all filled with lotz of love and peace this Holiday Season.  Blessings 2 u and ur family 4 a very Jazz 4 Holidaze Xmas.  Peace and Love Out!  JBC 😎 & >3.

Symbol of Love
Symbol of Love

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Jazz 4 the Holidaze! BackBeat ~ Creating a Counter Melody of Life ~ “Nothing More” (feat. Lily Costner) by the Alternate Routes

 

My father and me at a MJFO rehearsal 1965
My father and me at a MJFO rehearsal 1965

“The essentials of Jazz are: melodic improvisation, melodic invention, swing & instrumental personality.”  Mose Allison

This is an excerpt from my memoir The Sound I Felt in the Prelude section  entltled “HiStory” that captures a conversation I had with my father.  I always wondered  how he managed to use the Hindemith mathematical model to create the sound he created.  He decided to take a break from composing at the piano in our living room and motioned for me to come and sit next to him on the bench in the Spring of 1965.  I asked him how he started and turning toward me he said…

“Music has always been in my blood.  I began writing and arranging music when I was fourteen with the Barons of Rhythm.  I taught myself how to read, write and sight sing music charts.  I went to the library and found the Paul Hindemith method of music theory.   This theory was very complex and was based on the mathematical use of harmonic tones from one center to another using all 12 notes freely or randomly instead of the conventional style of  composing music that relied upon the music scale as a subset of the notes.

I would take an idea, melody or sound and have a rough idea ≈ the plan that focuses on the bottom notes and now becomes the counter melody of the sound or idea.

One day I decided that I wanted to go and see one of the greatest band leaders of my time  His name was Les Hite.  Les and his orchestra were performing in New York City @ 52nd Street, at the tender age of fourteen I knew I’d have to find a way to get in to see the band perform and to meet him in person.

It was Friday, May, 24th, 1944, 6:00 pm and it was now time for me to get dressed for my trip to 52nd Street Club.  I chose my favorite shirt that was made of beautiful brown silk with gold vertical stripes my mother made for my 13th birthday.  Smiling wryly he whispered… My mom chose it because it brought out my sultry almond shaped eyes and warm smile. I was popular with the boys and girls alike.  Although I excelled academically, my music class and teacher Miss Davenport inspired me the most.  You know, I formed my own band with guys from my neighborhood when I was 14.  The guys performed with me throughout my music career.  Frank Sinatra was doing his thing in North Newark; Sara was singing in the choir, a lot of great talent came out of New Jersey back in my day.  Back to the story− at that time, all I could dream and think about was meeting and talking to Les Hite.

So I gathered up train fare and headed to Union Station located on Market Street that was in to the Ironbound section of Newark, NJ which was predominately a Portuguese neighborhood.  Across from the train station was Market Street which had many open venders peddling their wares, fresh and ripe red delicious apples, bright marigold colored oranges; sunny yellow bananas; papayas; pineapples; mangos, it was so bright and festive that it looked like a garden of fruits and vegetables.  There was a seafood market and a meat market that sold the best and freshest cuts.  The street was of white cobble stone.  That gave it a very ethnic and unique feeling, like being on a street in the countryside of Portugal.  Union Station was a beautiful gold domed  building that stood out from the architecture of row houses on the surrounding narrow streets lined with Poplar trees shading the homes and the sidewalks.  Union Train Station was the second most popular cosmopolitan place where travelers from New York and around the world would pass through with the exception of Grand Central Station in New York City.  The station had a semi-circle driveway to the entrance made of cobblestone that matched the streets that surrounded the building creating an island in the center of a close knit neighborhood.

I arrived at the train station and had bought a fresh mango and an orange for dinner.   I walked up to the ticket window; the ticket agent was dressed in a dark blue outfit with gold epaulets and a hat.

Well young man what can I do for you?

I said with a smile, I would like a round trip ticket to New York City,.

The ticket clerk slid the ticket under the half moon shaped glass and I slid the $1.75 in return.

Over the loud speaker the clerk announced, “The 6:48 pm train to Manhattan now boarding on Track 14”.

I sprung to my feet and began running; I was so excited my feet barely touched the marble floor.  People were milling around toting luggage and carry-on’s the women were dressed in coats made of wool and cashmere with tams and hats on shoulder length waved hair.   They held little hands of children with warm coats and gloves with hats that tied under their chins.  The children quietly followed their folks, the girls with dolls and the boys carrying trucks.  I made it to Track 14 and saw the conductor toward the middle of the train.  I sprinted weaving in and out of the crowd reaching the center car where the conductor stood.  All Aboard! He motioned for me to board the train.  I hopped on and found an empty seat next to a group of young musicians dressed in dress pants and white shirts, one guy was placing a suitcase that held the charts for that evening’s performance in the storage above the seat.

52nd Street_New York 1948 Courtesy of wikipediadotorg
52nd Street_New York 1948 Courtesy of wikipediadotorg

I asked, can I sit with you guys?  They looked up and smiled and said Sure Man.  I introduced myself and we chatted about the gig and sight sang some of the charts that they were going to perform that night.  I was shocked to find out that it just so happened that they were band members of Les Hite’s Band.  They invited me to join them backstage.  I was so ecstatic I could hardly breathe.  We arrived at the Savoy and entered through the stage door entrance.  Stage hands were carrying the music stands and microphones to the stage.  Les Hite was in his dressing room talking with his road manager.  Les was cleaning his saxophone in his lap, a page for the manager sounded over the loud speaker.  The manager, dressed in casual slacks and a cashmere turtleneck green sweater stood up and started heading to the door and passed me on the way to the stage.  I took a deep breath, then I knocked on the door.

Les shouted Come In!

I tentatively entered; Les looked up and said Hi kid, what’s up! 

I have followed you and your band and I wanted to know how you do it, how you get that sound?

Les looked at him and laughed and said, it’s easy– you put the highs with the highs and the lows with the lows.  Les broke into laughter as he got up to head to the stage.

I was annoyed.  I couldn’t figure out why he did not take me seriously.  Turning, I said, I can do that, how about letting me be one of your copyists?  I am very good!

Les stopped, took a long, long look at me, okay Kid, you must have something going for you if  you could just walk up to me and ask for a copyist gig.  Come to my office tomorrow at 3 pm and Cal our head copyist will get you squared away.  Good Luck kid.   I shook Les’ hand and walked with him to the stage entrance where Les introduced me to Charlie his Road Manager. Les told Charlie, look out for him, he’s one of our new copyists.  I was on Cloud 9.  That was my ticket into the exciting world of Jazz.  I was now living my personal dream.  So, I joined the band and ran away from home at age 14 and I never looked back.  I knew I was on my way, ‘cause God, fate, or destiny wouldn’t allow me to fail now….”

Wishing you Happy Holidaze with a jazz back beat that is the prelude to the life that has been waiting for me.  It is what makes the sounds of my life come true and are so filled with the blessings and grace that God has given to all of us.  It is Nothing more….Peace & Love Out!  JBC 😎 & <3.

 

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50 Shades of Monterey ~ Poet’s Beat ~ Grace Notes Celebrating My Father, His Music and The Place That Forever Changed My Life… featuring The Shadow of Your Smile (Love Theme from the “Sandpiper”) Gil Fuller & The Monterey Jazz Festival Orchestra feat. Dizzy Gillespie

 

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I wrote this poem to honor and tribute the first man I ever loved.  He was complicated, dedicated and brimmed with tough love.  I now understand that it was a blessing in disguise.  I have always been a poet and artist at heart.  I thought he didn’t want me to go into a creative life.  Now when looking back I realize that if writing and being an artist meant that I was willing to devote my life to it completely and especially when it came to facing the hour of the wolf I would not to succumb to giving up but to surrender and face the harsh reality that it is my soul’s purpose and must push on past it no matter what….What about you?  Is there someone special in your life that made such an impact?  I have included my favorite song besides the one he wrote for me is The Shadow of Your Smile performed by Dizzy Gillespie and the Monterey Jazz Festival in 1965 in my memoir.  Although Dizzy and Lorraine didn’t have any children, he considered all young people as his Love Children…Best wishes, have a great day!  Peace and Love  JBC 😎 >3

Dear Dad,

 

Thank you for the lessons on life in 1965 where you created a phenomenal year of Jazz from  the Monterey Jazz Festival to the Grand Opening of the Music Center in L.A.  Thank you for the song you wrote for me…when I was three years old.

 

I.

 

I learned that timing is critical in jazz as in life,

Knowing when to stop, start, step it up, slow it down

and more so important is learning how to wait thru the strife.

Jazz harmony a theory and practice of changing dominant and tonic chords,

where major and minor share the same syncopated space in a timeless bond…

Progressions depart in thirds and stacked fourths

favoring harmonic progressions where tensions are in intervals of 9ths, 11ths, or 13ths abound.

 

II.

 

I learned that the search for meaning, intentions and having the blues

is about finding your truth and appreciating a life of humility

‘cause the universe is misting the air with valuable truths

Living in the essence of a universal tranquility.

where cadance and notes are window dressing, a façade creates

by listening to the spoken word filled with harmonic intent

of the path and choices you debate.

Play it slant is the message best heard in the evening.

 

III.

 

I learned that being different is the integral part of the master plan

pressing forward seeing how far you can reach

harmonies in real-time, flowing and ebbing broadening the span

of improvisational context is what matters in all you teach.

 

IV.

 

I learned that playing jazz has four elements

broadening your words and expressing every letter

in a charismatic way to enhance

finding your intentions and mixing all them together.

where freedom and coordination learn how to really dance.

 

V.

 

Jazz has the power to go deep within,

having a relationship with you as next of kin

Surpassing arrogance into a love of the sound of spoken words

sharing that experience with others is where you begin.

VI,

 

I learned that I was saved by jazz

healing my soul and my body from within

thru life’s trials and tribulations to

finding peace on earth that is filled with

the promise of words and life dancing with joyous jubilation!

A Love so Supreme

 

Your Daughter

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The Sound I Felt ~ 50 Shades of Monterey Jazz ~ Gear up coz Itz time 2 Celebrate the 50th Anniversary of Gil Fuller and the Monterey Jazz Festival Orchestra circa 1965 ~ Dizzy Gillespie performing “Man From Monterey”

MJF 20 acre oak_studded fairgrounds
MJF 20 acre oak_studded fairgrounds

The 58th Annual Monterey Jazz Festival will take place at the Monterey County Fairgrounds, located at 2000 Fairground Road in Monterey, California, from September 18-20, 2015. Over 500 artists will be performing nonstop on 8 stages for 3 nights and 2 days of the world’s best jazz.  Voted “World’s Best Jazz Festival” by the readers of JazzTimes Magazine in 2006, 2007, 2008, and 2013, the Monterey Jazz Festival offers 20 acres of magnificent oak-studded grounds for fans to enjoy, featuring films, conversations with the Festival’s stars, exhibitions, food and beverages, an international shopping bazaar, and 8 stages of live jazz entertainment spread throughout the grounds.

I am in Baby Boomer Paradise.  Did you know that there are only 65 days till the 58th Annual Monterey Jazz Festival is set to drop cool and outrageous sounds onto the Monterey Penninsula and it has been fifty years since I witnessed the most prolific and spectacular performances by such greats as  Gerald Wilson, Duke Ellington, Oscar Peterson, Dizzy Gillespie.  Pianist Dave Brubeck will also be returning this year. He has played Monterey more than a dozen times, including the first festival in 1958.  MJF always conjures up and brings back such memories of going to all of the rehearsals in Los Angeles and in my eleven year old mind.

 

This is an excerpt from my memoir about the Men From Monterey…

MJFO rehearsal 1965 with Gil Fuller and Dizzy Gillespie preparing for the Album and the Live Performance

MJFO rehearsal 1965 with Gil Fuller and Dizzy Gillespie preparing for the Album and the Live Performance

 

“I’m saying: to be continued, until we meet again. Meanwhile, keep on listening and tapping your feet.” ~   Count Basie
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.

As we are driving to the rehearsal studio my dad turned to me I gave up traveling with the band so that I could devote myself to my family. I am really excited about getting back into the groove again.   You know Dizzy chose me to serve as music director and conductor for the Orchestra this year. In the ‘40’s I wrote Dizzy’s arrangements . That’s where we met.  Back in the day we played Bebop with folks like Charlie Parker and Thelonious Monk.  We were best known for songs like “Manteca”, “Things are Here”, “One Bass Hit” and “Tin Tin Deo”. 

I know that I have offered you guitar lessons, but, being a musician, writer or singer leads to a hard life for you.  I know that you can do anything you want but just not anything creative because traditionally women are not appreciated or respected.  I am telling you this because I am your father.  I really want the best life for you. 

 I went numb.  I look at him hoping that he was joking but he quickly turned away, he is guilty of committing that very tradition in his orchestra.

We rode for the last 20 minutes in silence.    It is deafening.  I am the “native” daughter of the Jazz world in the ‘60’s where the reining tradition was parents (‘rents) had the final word.  I slump down in my seat staring out the window trying to recover.  I feel betrayed.   Deep down inside I always felt like I was a visitor especially when it came to expressing my feelings and even more so in the world.  To me being mixed race or checking the “Other” box is a perfect witness to my life.  My father is a very complicated man of contradictions.  So reading and writing poems became my escape.    It liberated me from the labyrinths of insuperable gender and race biases that tend to dissipate little girls like me.

 

I would hole up in my room for hours overhearing myself admit difficult truths that I could not hide from.  It welcomed creative inspirations into my sensory consciousness.    It gave me the chance to explore and discover the province of sound and words.   I found my rhythm and started writing poems and improvised prose. Mom taught me how to read when I was 3.

 

The rest of the drive to the rehearsal studio felt lonely.  Everything around me seemed to have vanished along with my excitement.  I shifted trying to compose myself.  I wanted to shake myself free from the volcano that just erupted in my soul.  Suddenly breaking my solitude my father proclaimed We Are Here!  My excitement returned.

 

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.

Ralph Gleason from the Chronicle summed up the day’s session perfectly on the album’s liner notes… Gleason wrote 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 jazz sound and words, even though I thought I had to keep it a secret.   I credit discovering my inner voice when I am immersed in the mindfulness of the sound and creation of jazz music that was rehearsed at that session.  Now when I am facing cancer trials and tribulations and experiencing secondary breast cancer symptoms, I write.  When I am grateful for the wonders of life and God’s and the Universe’s grace and blessings, I write.  When I am weary and discouraged, I write. The 1965 Monterey Jazz Festival was not only a major league Game Changer.  It was the wake up call that Breast Cancer manifested to heal my soul and my life.  Peace & Love Out!  JBC   😎 & >3.

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The Sound I Felt ~ Coming Home or 50 Shades of Monterey ~ Finding my way Back to Monterey ~ featuring Gil Fuller and the Monterey Jazz Festival Orchestra with Dizzy Gillespie

Photo courtesy of Monterey Jazz Festival
Photo courtesy of Monterey Jazz Festival

“Do not be afraid of being wrong; just be afraid of being uninteresting.” – T. Carl Whitmer

 

Day 55:  Well one perk to finding the place I shall call home is that I get to live my life in full on improvisational mode. The one thing that I have discovered is that relationships have a certain fluidity and flow that has thrown my balance off.  Stress like change is a naturally occurring phenomenon.  One thing that I know for sure is that I am not afraid of my cancer coming back.  I now know that my cancer has morphed into what is now considered “Secondary Breast Cancer”.  According to Cancer Research UK the definition of Secondary Breast Cancer is A cancer is made up of millions of cancer cells. These form a tumour. The original cancer in the breast is known as a primary breast cancer. Some cells may break away and spread to another part of the body. The symptoms include low energy, poor appetite and extreme fatigue.  In my particular case it is complicated by Guillain Barré Syndrome which has the same symptoms.  However, I developed an enlarged lymph node in 2013 which developed after I was diagnosed with lymphedema in the chest wall in 2007.  In 2014 I was experiencing extreme itching 24/7 and the doctors could not give a diagnosis.  I am by no means a hypochondriac in terms of fabricating symptoms in fear of the cancer returning as it did in my mother and it was metastatic and terminal.  I love living in San Francisco and I had no misconceptions that things would be the same as they were twenty nine years ago.  But, I think that I have a soft spot for living in the Monterey area or even Santa Cruz.  Big city and big lights does not do it for me any more and the congestion of people, traffic and city life really messes with my flow.

So Monterey is plan B.  The 4th of July is coming and I wrote this post in 2013 about my relationship with my father.  I know that he loved me but growing up and being the apple of his eye as he would call it created a tremendous amount of trauma when he flipped the script and getting GBS and being in the hospital through Thanksgiving and Christmas of 1990 was a wake up call that gave me a better understanding of him and myself.  It hurt like hell, but, in retrospect I realize that was the only way he could deal with it.  I picked “Things Are Here” featuring Dizzy Gillespie because in 1965 this was the song that they were rehearing in downtown L.A. just before the festival and it is a wonderful reminder of my father’s talent and his being a complicated man of contradictions.  This is my story and I am sticking to it… Peace Out!

 

This is an excerpt from my memoir ~  Coming Home….

 

My relationship with my dad had dramatically changed.  The first time was when I was accepted into medical school in 1972. Subsequently requested a leave of absence — the school granted an indefinite leave. The second was not to be a doctor.  It was dad’s dream, not mine.  I did nothing for at least a month.  I was, as my dad described it “wretched”.  I had no feelings whatsoever.  I still felt like I was that 11-year-old mixed girl on the way to the rehearsal studio riding in the car with my dad.  Now, 8 years later it felt like I lived four lifetimes.  Initially dad did not want me to go to medical school when I was accepted at 18 years old, he felt I was too young.  However, I had other plans .  Just wanted to get it over once and for all.  Although I had an aptitude for science because I was in an Extra Honors Science program in high school and graduated high school In the 11th grade.  I knew then that my real love and passion was writing.  I secretly wrote in my journal and wrote poems  though out school.  Now my father didn’t know how to deal with me, I was despondent.  He wanted me to respond to him, life, anything.  When he was approached by Gil Noble of ABC-TV he asked my dad to be a technical consultant for the documentary.  Dad thought that giving me the assignment of researching and writing would bring me back to life.  It did.  I got a chance to go to the library at Rutgers and to go into the City by myself   I came back to life.  It was a new lease on my creative life.  I took up residence.  For a month I got up got my notebooks together and set out with the sun in my face and coming home the sun was at my back. I turned over the segments to my dad and he was very happy and the show won an Emmy.  I finished my B.A. degree and got a M.S. from Fairleigh Dickinson Univesity.  He was elated until I announced that I was moving to D.C. because I was accepted into Georgetown University’.

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So when I moved to D.C. in 1979 that was the another major change in our relationship.  I had come home for the Christmas holidays with a dental student I met at Georgetown.  I worked in the Anatomy department.  Dad was not happy with  any of this, but, now I was on my own and he had to deal with it.  So coming home with walking pneumonia became virtually the last straw.  I did come home from time to time when I got married to someone I knew he would hate.  I wanted to get back at him.  Unfortunately it backfired.  I was unhappy in so many ways.  I was molested by my father in law.  I couldn’t tell my dad otherwise he would have killed him.  I didn’t want that on my conscience.  So, I decided to move to San Francisco.  My grandmother (on my mom’s side) called my dad to find out my phone number in D.C.  My father called several weeks later.  Now my grandmother was in NY Hospital in a coma.  There had been an electrical fire that had started in her basement.  A young man was walking by the house and saw the flames he threw something through the window and found my grandmother lying on the floor because she couldn’t get out.  My uncle would not let my mother in to see my grandmother.  Mom called me from the hospital sobbing.  I asked her to put the Attending on the phone and then explained to him that my uncle was not in his right mind.  I am her granddaughter and my mom is her daughter, and pled my case.  He hung the phone up and walked my mother to my grandmother’s room.  My mom held my grandmother’s hand, brushed her hair and talked to her.  A week later my grandmother had succumbed and passed away.  It was early in the morning and the sun peeked through the blinds.  I got up, and packed my clothes to return to New York for my grandmother’s funeral.  It also signaled the end of my marriage.  I came back to the crowded streets with concrete gardens and the hustle and bustle of New York City.  I was a grown up child sitting next to my dad in the ride back from the JFK airport.  I wasn’t angry that he didn’t tell me sooner about my grandmother’s call or the fact that he refused to talk to me or let me talk to mom when I called during the six years I lived in D.C.  I stayed for 10 days, and then made my move to San Francisco.  The last part will be in the next post.  Hey, I am covering ten years and trying not to leave crucial parts of the story out.  Till then, Peace & Love Out! JBC >3 & 😎

 

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The Sound I Felt on a Poet’s Beat ~! What I Have Learned So Far by Mary Oliver ~ “I’m in the Mood for Love” ~ Gil Fuller & Monterey Jazz Festival Orchestra featuring James Moody

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What I Have Learned So Far

By Mary Oliver

Meditation is old and honorable, so why should I
not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside,
looking into the shining world? Because, properly
attended to, delight, as well as havoc, is suggestion.
Can one be passionate about the just, the
ideal, the sublime, and the holy, and yet commit
to no labor in its cause? I don’t think so.

All summations have a beginning, all effect has a
story, all kindness begins with the sown seed.
Thought buds toward radiance. The gospel of
light is the crossroads of — indolence, or action.

Be ignited, or be gone.

 

It has been two weeks since I arrived in California.  I started out around 2 pm from Seattle after finalizing and checking out of my apartment.  My car was packed to the gills with a small space to see out of my rearview mirror.  The housing situation is horrific everywhere.  Homelessness has become such a major concern for American life.  I oftentimes wonder how it has come to this.  It is not bad enough that unemployment, affordable housing and the American Dream are now things that have been lost or redefined over the past decades.  It has gotten so bad that Social Services are buckling under the strain of trying to provide services.  Today I am moving into unknown territory. I no longer look to see what I saw yesterday. And the future is moments away. I am working toward getting a better understanding of the fact that I am not able to change anything, but maybe I can influence it by adopting a positive attitude. It is like moving into a new apartment.  But the drawback is that you have to physically be there in order to secure it.  Everything is new and the neighborhood is different, the people are different and it is just a matter of adjusting to the new environment. I never made the connection with a new day. I realize that this is a fresh start, because what happened yesterday is gone. If I hold onto what happened yesterday, it deprives me from seeing today and all spontaneity is lost. We must trust ourselves to be able to live in the present moment and experience the joy of not knowing what possibilities could be. Nothing is written in stone.  If we continue to rely on past experiences, good, bad or indifferent, that impedes personal growth and expansion. We must become tired of re-living and playing tapes of things that happened in the past because it cannot be rewritten. They are just there and we are the only ones that give memories and thoughts the breath of life in the present moment.  It makes me feel as though I am a prisoner of my own life. So just for today, I am going to see what is new, and when those past thoughts, notions and ideas present themselves I will acknowledge them, but I will not let it affect how I am seeing things today. I am ready to receive and give the love, joy and gratitude that God has given me today. Peace OutMemorial Day is on Monday, May 25th, which was my mother’s birthday and my father died on May 26th so he would not die on her birthday.  This year I am going to celebrate their lives and how they were a positive influence and added meaning to my life.  Memorial Day is no longer a sad and depressing day, it has given me a new sense of purpose and meaning which to that end is what I have learned so far….  Peace & Love Out!  JBC 😎 & ❤

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The Sound I Felt ~ Finding Jazz in Everyday Life featuring Miles Davis “In Your Own Sweet Way”

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“Life is a lot like jazz… it’s best when you improvise”.  ~ George Gershwin

Those of you who follow Fifty Shades of Jazz  know that I love to hear the sounds of life looking through my inner child’s curiosity and finding a tremendous sense of joy in discovering lessons in adversity and wisdom and meaning in everyday life.  My father always described me as being a “sensitive” person who lives life through auditory and sentient vibrations.  I now trust my intuition and move through synchronicity and spontaneity.  When fear enters from over thinking and not having faith in the fact that I must temper my life with balance and grace from God and the universe, I must breathe and bring myself back to my center.  Adaptation is the key to accepting life as it is and not waste time judging or criticizing the moments.  Jazz taught me that mindfulness improvisation is an approach to living fully and observing the miracles that become the luminal silver lining.  It becomes a practice that gives me peace.

That’s why finding jazz or whatever nourishes your soul gives us that miracle of everyday life.  The Universe is that space between breaths that if we are still~we will find our truth and conviction in life.  It is the only time that spontaneity and synchronicity share the same moment.  That’s what makes our lives extraordinary.  It is not something to achieve because we all have the gift of seeing life through the lens that illuminates every waking moment.  It is the stuff that dreams are made of.

We have the power to make the most of our lives and illness, death, violence are all wake up calls to find the better way.  If we were to live a mindfulness improvisational life we will have the strength and courage to create and have a life that overflows with meaning, purpose and most of all joy.  The time has come and it is now.  Do you feel and see the sounds and light from your soul?  Are you choosing to rise to the occasion to create the life you want and have dreamed of no matter what the momentary circumstances are?  We are all miracles, there is nothing you have to do with the exception of breathing life into everything we are and will be.  Peace and Love out!  JBC  😎 & <3.

 

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