“Someday, we‘ll forget the hurt, the reason we cried and who caused us pain. … After all, what matters is not the first, but the last chapter of our life which …. Hope means no matter how bleak, all things can and do change in the blink of an eye.” …. “Two things prevent us from happiness: living in the past and judging others.”. — Unknown Author post “Love all over again”
The Monterey Jazz Festival 1965 was the first place that sound of jazz really spoke to my soul in 1965. It was an awakening to the creative spirit that lay in wait since the day mom taught me how to sound out words at three years old. Jazz is one of the world’s infinite musical art forms. Genres like Acid, Avant-Garde, Big Band, Blues, Contemporary, Cool, Crossover, BeBop, Fusion and Pop songs, even Mainstream Jazz are all of the sentient acoustics that filled and evened out our lives in times of trouble and change. There was the Civil Rights part of the landscape, then Women’s rights, which began its rumblings in the 1920 earning its reputation for being seamy and Bohemian. Jazz functioned as a communal bond, ritual and form of social interaction where no one needed to stand on ceremony. It became more than just sounds to me. It became a way of living in the world today. I realized that I wanted to be like a song that embraced and caressed the space between the sounds.
Freedom Beats are the Liner Notes to my father’s CD that I witnessed when I awakened every morning at 5 am since I heard my father humming the song he wrote for me. February of 1965 became the portal to the year of Jazz Improvisation and culture and CD that beautifully illustrates the possibilities of jazz and its magnificence echoing the sadness that touches all of us. I was drafted as a student of Jazz in my father’s Master Class where Dizzy Gillespie, James Moody, Ralph J Gleason, Stan Kenton and Igor Stravinsky showed me what the inside of the beat felt like. I had no clue that this would begin with a conversation filled with betrayal and copious communication became a double bind that would distort, mute and ablate my creative spirit. It was my first sound. It was the precept of to a life that would take many courses and have many conversations. It is a the reflection of my life where whole, half, ornamental, and grace notes give each of us a deeper understanding and passion for our lives.
Songs, beats, cadences are all elements that are interchangeable and negotiable with respect to getting into a rhythm of life. Jazz is conversation. It is an exchange of emotions that we can exchange through acoustics and if the lyrics are involved a story emerges. Jazz is the touchstone of modern cultural imagination, archiving mythical images as well as an aesthetic paradigm, creating new modes of writing, listening, seeing and moving according to our heart’s desires. I love using jazz improvisational elements that have emerged over the years and reflecting them by transforming them through literary forms – narrative, poems and pastiches on a jazz canvas.
Freedom Beats was inspired by witnessing each of the 20 songs on my father’s CD featured to your left. Now life has come full circle and now I am returning to the womb so to speak ~ so the Monterey Jazz Festival Orchestra of 1965 with my father as the Conductor, arranger and composer became the first sounds that ignited the art within my soul 50 years ago.
Let’s begin with To own the Art within the Soul by Emily Dickinson
To own the Art within the Soul
The Soul to entertain
With Silence as a Company
And Festival maintain
Is an unfurnished Circumstance
Possession is to One
As an Estate perpetual
Or a reduceless Mine.
Thank you so much for swinging by. Peace Out!
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