WordPlay Wednesday~ The Object of a Jazz Mind on Improv by Jannat Marie (a.k.a. JazZenista) feat. M. Dizzy Gillespie – “A Night in Tunisia”

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Jazz Improvisation means that practice is not as straightforward as it would be when you simply have a score to play.” ~ Ahmad Jamal

 

Jazz Trumpet ~Mixed Media collage by Mirel E. Ologeanu

Jazz Trumpet ~Mixed Media collage by Mirel E. Ologeanu

 

It’s over the hump day and it is time to play.  I believe that Jazz and poetry have the same sort of magic when it comes to reaching our emotions.  I wrote this pastiche of Jack Kerouac’s poem How to Meditate.  It struck me differently when I first read it, I would definitely consider it as a Call to my soul and my Response is a Mindfulness Improvisation.  I feel as though this is a way to face our truths without shutting down. Showing us how leaning into our experience, no matter what the consequence.  Not knowing where it will take us or even through it is a matter of time as well as timelessness. Turning away only buries the experience allowing our willingness to become vulnerable and frozen.  It is enabling us to experience both mystery and grace in the same moment!. When my skin begins to tingle, it is a must take that risk unabashedly — just to do it.  When my gut twists and churns it means – pause and marinate in the strife.  Improvisation like life is a moment to moment give it all you got, say it write it play it, live it like this is your only chance to freeze time into a memory.  So as we sit quietly reading the words open yourself to the life coming straight at you. Try to focus on ~Inhaling slowly and steadily counting and inviting the lessons of awakening,,, being changed, and landing into your heart. ~Exhaling slowly, and counting and releasing negative thoughts, emotions and feel yourself revealing the mystery now. ~ Relaxing  allowing and freeing your  heart to be in Your side of the moment.

The Object of a Jazz Mind on Improv

by

Jannat Marie (a.k.a. JazZenista)

I.

Your skin glows like passion fruit blossoms

unhearalded as the freesia in

the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your jazz

voice and leaps like a lion at the whisper of your hallowed name.
The evening ascends in on a great dove’s salacious wing.
I am soothed by your shawl that I carry

into the twilight of lifebeams and hold next to my heart.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of adversity.
As my brain falls from my beret,

it reminds me of your gift of improvisation.
In the hushed, I listen for the last soul of the spring.
I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret improvisation

so that we may imagine as one, body to soul, in search of the glorious sepia and spiritual mystery

of our side of the moment in love.

 

II.

Sunset ~

fly into the moment

nirvana blankets the pain that resides in the soul of the chorus.

Nerve inside my refrain releasing

the elixir of joy.

Stumbling into the space between the notes

upward progressions to a heavenly phrase.

Capturing serenity and timbre’s

cadence of restlessness dissolving every measure

of sorrowful and tragic riffs.

Gone except the memory of a beloved chorus

a hint of a quarter beat

a dream dances to wingless notes un-sounding

acoustically muted by the maestro upward swing

on down beat imitating a whole life note

cast into the shadows of time

the melody makes a last refrain…

Aha! Striking the chord of disharmony

strangled by another discordant tone ~it remains

released into my solo expressing,

filling a space I will

never hear our moment together ever

~again…

 

As a treat let’s have a look at Jazz Life to see inside an improv moment…Peace & Love Out!  JBC 😎 & ❤

Uploaded on Dec 18, 2011

A musical tribute to jazz — its vibrancy, hybridity, open aesthetic, political progressiveness, and communal spirit. With photos and footage of some of the greats, spanning a century.

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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

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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

 “Listening”

Jannat Marie

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!

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Japanese translation for meaning

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Tell it Slant Tuesday ~ Listening to the Fog of Breast Cancer featuring Gil Fuller & Monterey Jazz Festival – Moontide – Feat. Dizzy Gillespie

Cancer is messy and scary. You throw everything at it, but don’t forget to throw love at it. It turns out that might be the best weapon of all.  ~ Regina Brett

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One of the perks of dying from Stage II Breast Cancer and recurrent and intermittent autoimmune neuropathy (aka MS) , is that you have time to write the letter to your loved one because now seeing the “Last Exit” is opening for you; you realize that timing is only relative. So Mom, these are words I wished I’d said to you on Mother’s Day in 2003 but succumbed to the silence and never took the chance.  This is to say…Fair Winds and Following Seas…

I can still see you standing at the prelude of light.  Staring out of the window at the heavens, you looked so lost in thought.  Your stature melting away by the ravages of breast cancer’s plight.  We were losing ground, loosing tone, losing time, most of all losing the measure of our life.   Memories of laughter, the bond we had that will never be broken.  Mom can you hear me? I cried out.  Now knowing those melodic years have taken flight.  You taught me about the world of words and that I needed to love in order to be free.  To remember, even though I had to keep it a secret from dad to continue to write and paint.  Your everlasting love would allow me to truly see.  You have mended my heart when the shards of hurtful words and shattered dreams reside in my soul.  To keep on keeping on till the jazz of my life takes control.  Shaping the hopes for tomorrow will forever remain.

Woman Sitting Alone
Woman Sitting Alone

It will be a decade without our time together on May 10th 2013.  Now my memories of you have changed through the perfect storms of my life.  May has become the longest month of the year. Oh how I miss you on Mother’s Day when everywhere I turn you are no longer there.  Writing has become necessary for me to breathe.  I have so many memories when I was six and nobody came to my birthday party, you came into my room wiping my tears.  You flopped back and we made imaginary angels a top my canopied pink art deco bedspread.  Or the time we went to the shores of Annapolis, Maryland and you got on a bike and came whizzing by me asking how to stop.  I didn’t want to scare you so I told you to gently squeeze the hand brakes, but it was too late and you went sailing into the rocky dirt at the end of the trail.  We went to the hospital and they wrapped up your leg, and you made me swear to keep it a secret from dad because you knew he would get upset.  How about the times we went to the mall with twenty bucks between us and you spending all your money to buy me books and writing tablets.  We even tempered the timbre of dad’s death the day after your birthday on May 26th 1994.

Surreal Last Exit

My fondest memories are of when I kept my promise to take care of you when your cancer came back in 1997.  We fought together cheating death at every turn.  Finding out I inherited breast cancer three years later and going back into life saving surgery after 16 long hours, not wanting to go on and you telling me NO.  You told me it is not my time that my time is to spend it with you.  Your love brought me back to the most blessed life imagined.  Even when you had your stroke and could no longer communicate, you gave me the chance to discover no matter what, we were in it for ever.  Mom, our CODA will never have an ending.  Because the verses of my life are found in those memories, I will continue to keep on keeping on because I have to.  Do you have an comment about breast cancer to share?  There is strength in numbers.  You have the floor!   (Excerpt from my Memoir Being Jazz)

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And now for the “pièce de résistance. ”  I wish you Kindness and Love because they are ftrue fruits of the Spirit. The more kindness and love we show other people, the more we are in harmony with the universe and God. When we seek to love and do good to one another, we will reap goodness in our own lives in return.  Perhaps Mindfulness Improv should be included as one of the fruits of the Spirit.  Peace Out!  JBC 😎 & ❤

 

 

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Japanese translation for meaning

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”‘WordPlay Wednesday”

 

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In Jazz a  call and response is a succession of two distinct phrases usually played by different musicians, where the second phrase is heard as a direct commentary on or response to the first. It corresponds to the call-and-response pattern in human communication and is found as a basic element of musical form, such as verse-chorus form, in many traditions. This blog will represent The Call will be Buddhist thought or koan or poem and the Response will be Memorable Jazz quotes or sayings or Poet’s Beat or just having a way with.words…Have a great day!  Peace & Love Out!  JBC 😎 ❤

The Call:

 

On life’s journey
Faith is nourishment,
Virtuous deeds are a shelter,
Wisdom is the light by day and
Right mindfulness is the protection by night.
If a man lives a pure life nothing can destroy him;
If he has conquered greed nothing can limit his freedom.

Buddha
The Response:

 

Louis Armstrong

“What we play is life.”

“You blows who you is.”

“If ya ain’t got it in ya, ya can’t blow it out.”

“Never play anything the same way twice.”

“Man, if you have to ask what it [jazz] is, you’ll never know.”

“All music is folk music, I ain’t never heard no horse sing a song.”

“My whole life, my whole soul, my whole spirit is to blow that horn…”

“There is only two kinds of music, the good and the bad. I play the good kind.”

“If I don’t practice for a day, I know it. If I don’t practice for two days, the critics know it. And if I don’t practice for three days, the public knows it.”

“The memory of things gone is important to a jazz musician. Things like old folks singing in the moonlight in the back yard on a hot night or something said long ago.”

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Jazz in Your Ear ~ RiffShots of mindfulness improv thoughts using literary and acoustic jazz 2 change ur life & world we live in! featuring Roberto Menescal – The Shadow of Your Smile

Listening to the Universe within
Listening to the Universe within

The Monterey Jazz Festival begins today.  I just wanted to share some riffshots of mindfulness improv thought using  Roberto Menescal;s “The Shadow of Your Smile” to demonstrate a third version of expression and improvisation.  Have a wonderful day!  Peace Out!  JBC 😎 & ❤

 

 

Mindfulness means paying attention in a particular way; on purpose, in the present moment, and nonjudgmentally.”  –Jon Kabat-Zinn

 

 

Because there really is still a chance for peace — and that chance will definitely increase if we each do our piece. It is ultimately up to us, each one of us, all of us, individually and together, to create the kind of world in which we want to live — to be the change we seek — starting right here, right now. Within the context of our immediate lives, within the concentric circles of our ordinary interactions. With each step that we take, we must walk our talk, speak our truth and put our money where our mouth is. ~  Mama Donna Henes, “Being Change Changes Everything”

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Japanese translation for meaning

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Jazz on Canvas ~ Poet’s Beat ~ Notes on the Art of Memory by Diane di Palma accompanied by Monk’s Dream Take 8

Kadinsky and the Spiritual in Art
Kadinsky and the Spiritual in Art

Jazz Mimesis is an imitation of Aristotle’sPoetics” exploring a critical and philosophical premise covering a wide range of meanings as relates to Poet’s Beat category of this blog.   I imagine that when Diane wrote this poem she was grooving to this melody.  Peace Out!  JBC 😎

“The only war that matters is the war against the imagination / All other wars are subsumed in its’ and of whom her contemporary….” Beat poet Michael McClure, commented, “There is no other poet like Diane di Prima.” 

For the past twenty years she has lived and worked in northern California, where she took part in the political activities of the Diggers, lived in a late-sixties’ commune, studied Zen Buddhism, Sanskrit and alchemy, and raised her five children. From 1980 to 1986 she taught hermetic and esoteric traditions in poetry, in a short-lived but significant program at New College of California. Her work has been translated into over twenty languages.

 Notes on the Art of Memory

by Diane di Palma

for Thelonious Monk

The Stars are a memory system

for thru them

                                    we remember our origin

Our home is behind the sun

or a divine wind

                                               that fills us

makes us think so.

 

 

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Jazz in Your Ear

Listening to the Universe within
Listening to the Universe within

 

 

“Zen is not some kind of excitement, but concentration on our usual everyday routine.” – Shunryu Suzuki

 

 

 

 

A riff shot of mindfulness improv moment ~  meditations  of words with kool jazz 2 kick ur life into gear!  Peace Out!  JBC 😎

Overflowing Cup of Tea

The Zen Master poured his visitor’s teacup full, and then kept pouring.
The visitor watched until he could no longer restrain himself.
“It is overfull. No more will go in!”
“Like this cup,” the Zen Master said,
“you are full of your own opinions and assumptions.
How can you learn truth until you first empty your cup?”

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Jazz on Canvas ~ In Camera: Human v. Technology Are We Loosing Creativity, Our Sense of Purpose, God Given Gifts of Love, Compassion to Risk It All and Relinquishing it to A New Aesthetic?

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“In a sense, technology is already a fundamental part of our humanity and because of it we are transitioning from a verbal culture into a one where spoken language is essentially dead. Sharing our thoughts through pictures, like buttons, and online profiles have become our primary form of communication alongside artistic expression. When the two are combined, we are left with a bizarre yet relatable aesthetic. Social networking websites function as an ideal medium for the infectious phenomena of digitized art.”  ~ Elizabeth Heitner’s blog.

You see I have a serious concern and strongly disagree with this.  It is not progress it is de-humanizing us causing us to be automatons.  Albeit it is great to have a computer over a typewriter because it is a tool and not a replacement.  I don’t know about you, but, the new toll free information number is absolutely maddening.  You call and ask an electronic voice for the name of a business or person and the computer spits back something totally ridiculous and you going around and round till you don’t get the listing and the call is terminated.  In the late fifties and early sixties I learned the power of reading and words from my mother and the power of sound and music from my father.  Together it was a nurturing environment that was both physiological and neurological in terms of discovering the five senses of touch, taste, hearing, seeing and most of all feeling.  I can simply close my eyes and recreate and transform an experience into a fully engaged in the moment experience.  Mindfulness improvisation is dependent upon that.  Moreover, it is not predicated or reliant upon power, WiFi signals or technology.

American culture can sometimes be fickle especially when it comes to trends and the hottest new technological advances with smart phones and home alarm systems that can be remotely activated.  The New Aesthetic is allegedly considered an artistic movement. It must be described as physical versus virtual, or humans versus machines.  Technology can only exist when created by humans.  With that comes the inherent disability limited to the individual’s capability who designs it. Its major visual emblems include “pixilated images”, “Photoshop glitches” and animated GIFs.   Where would all of this be if the illustrators and artist genus of Walt Disney.  Data visualization,  i.e., Venn diagram are considered a part of the New Aesthetic in addition to Google Maps and “screen grabs”.  Another popular trend is the Selfie where photos of people taking photos in awkward moments.  Hands down, I prefer photographs by photographers who have a passion to snap pix of nature, oceans, people and life.  It is through their lens that we develop pictures to make us laugh or cry or conjure up memories of times gone by.

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Stepping_stones

The New Aesthetic is superficial and shallow but most of all is limited to the creators abilities to use and master the technology. When video games came out like Dungeons and Dragons it hit the youth market and became an all encompassing phenomenon that led to a disconnect to human existence.  The virtual world become a reality and that reality was marred by violence and an inability to communicate.  It was so much fun going to the movies or seeing a play on Broadway or going to an outdoor festival and concert.  It draws like minded people together.  Improvisation will no longer exist.  Imagination will no longer exist.  Mindfulness will become vacuous and is the very threat to our culture and life on earth.

The New Aesthetic is robbing and replacing our reason and purpose to honor our differences and to communicate feelings and ideas through language, contemporary visual arts and music.  What happens to the artists writers, musicians when it comes to the very thing that makes us love, care, share, hope and imagine an inner glimpse of our souls.  It is not limited by anything and somehow you cannot replace experience ~ good or bad, personal growth and transformation and finding our way in this big vast universe because God created us to be the way we are and unraveling the mysteries of life whether there is power or not.  I’ll take books, plays, concerts and life in its purest and simplest form not relying on anything else but each other.  Peace Out!   JBC 😎

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Conversations on a Jazz Canvas ~ The Best Laid Plans …Are “No” Plans featuring Sun Ra’s – Exactly Like You

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Concept Photo of Piping and Instrument Diagram, Human Eye, World

We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.”  Joseph Campbell

 

I woke up this morning to gray skies with the air punctuated with a gentle rain. Fall seems to be just around the corner. Resistance has brought me to realize that sometimes I can be my own worst enemy which spirals into full blown sleep walking.  I am disconnected from the present.  Fear that my secret will come to light.  I cannot  identify the exact moment that my life fell apart. Holidays sometimes brings on these feelings of resistance – pain, being abandoned, feelings of not measuring up.  Old tapes begin to play tricks with my mind I hear “You can’t write,  you will never finish your plans to write a memoir, blah blah blah.”  I just wanted the pain of the “brokenness” to stop. I knew I could make a better choice, but it was the last thing I thought I could do. The other choice was to give myself permission to feel the pain, fear, and devastation of my world.  So I stop, focus on my breath and reconnect with my heart and soul.  Everything that happens externally is a reflection of what goes on internally. Mindfulness improv gives us the power to change our perspective.  If you  start by focusing on one belief it will transform it and the healing will be reflected outwardly. It’s this realization that prompted me to start mindfulness improvisation with jazz as the template, the catalyst of the mindfulness and sound creates the space where we can all learn to heal, and not just exist or We all have the amazing potential to create purpose, passion, and joy in life, but first we need to believe and graciously accept the fact that we truly deserve it.

I feel so alive and energized. But I kept hearing my dad’s voice about my change in attitude. So I stopped and allowed the fear to run its course, you’re not good enough, you’ll never get it, it said. Change is life’s mainstay. Perfection, fear and change cannot take center stage at the same time. So, this past week I opted for change. Life has become way more fun, open and I accept the imperfections because they are part of the process. The discomfort that creeps into the space of doubt about sailing into uncharted waters, serves as a gentle reminder and allows me to be more creative.

Letting go of how things were, no matter how fractured things may seem, is not an easy task. It takes a ginormous amount of energy and courage to let go because it is an inside job. It instills grace. Grace to forgive myself and others, to let go of ideas of who I think I am or should be and how I think things and others should be. This allows me to surrender, replacing my old negative thoughts with hope. Change happens whether I choose to be a part or not. Fear is human. Most of us feel at one point or another something that makes us afraid. When I change my thoughts from Why is this happening to me to I have dealt with circumstances like this before and reflect and remember them, the fear stops dead in its tracks.  Developing the courage to walk along side your fears and transforming the steps (words) in a direction of what you want, the possibly be fearful and being positive cannot exist at the same time.  You cannot be afraid and have faith that things will get better.  You begin to walk your positive self talk and there is a shift in not only your mood but a shift in your perspective.  Change any overly independent thoughts such as “I’ll handle this alone” to “I have many sources of help, if I simply ask.” Shift any terrorizing thoughts such as “This is THE worst thing that could happen to me” to “I’ve handled other challenges in my life, and I’m sure I’ll survive this one.”  My new mantra has become, “Let go and Let God!” Peace out!  JBC 😎

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Jazz on Canvas “Wild Chestnuts” an Acoustic and Visual interpretation featuring a Jazz Byte of Chef Marco Pierre White Recipe for Brussel Sprouts with Chestnuts Sounds by James Moody performing “Wild Chestnuts” w/Liner Notes

Courtesy of Creative Commons Wild and beautiful painting
Courtesy of Creative Commons Wild and beautiful painting

 

In America, jazz and the chestnut tree share a part of life  that has given a beautiful and abundantly fluid vistas and terrain all across the eastern United States for  years.  This remained true for jazz until the introduction of Rock and Roll and pop music as well as a fungus from Asia wiped irtually every tree standing in North America.   Both entities  share a rich history and creates a template for “Wild Chestnuts” as a jazz big band sound to get yourself moving and a culinary dish that will tantalize the pallet.

I first heard Bill Hood’s original version of “Wild Chestnuts”, it was an early Sunday morning during Memorial Day weekend of 1965.  The sound traversed from a state of the professional art  stereo  system my father designed with wall to wall speakers that gently negotiated the cream carpeted stairs and breach the threshold into my bedroom that was positioned on the front left end of our house.  It felt as though I was hearing and listening to the pure 100% proof, original composition that likens an artist inspiration in selecting the opaqueness of colors and textures that tells the secret life that jazz and the chestnut tree share with one another.  Kindred spirits in terms of the trials and tribulations that life tosses into the mix that ignites and mobilizes you to want to come up with mindfulness improv to deal with the situation straight on.  The beauty of this original tune for me is hearing and appreciating  my father’s distillation and interpretation that is very special and unique to you and you alone.    Dad’s arrangement seems to take what Tom Reed of WJLB in Detroit, Michigan describes it as “Gil Fuller closes out this tremendous musical surprise package arrangement of “Wild Chestnuts” …as a toe-tapper, finger-snapper which really shouts….”  (Liner Notes) What do you think?  I must agree.  Peace Out!  JBC 😎

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