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There is something other worldly about both Bud Powell and Errol Garner and the fact that they never look at their fucking fingers while playing virtuosically. It’s proof there is […]

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Recently a songwriter in class introduced something as being about a book, they explained the story of the book and then they played the song but as far as I […]

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I saw the Nutcracker. Turned to my daughter half way through and asked if she understood what was going on. She said yes, which was great since I didn’t. Tchaikovsky’s […]

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During a class discussion she was facilitating, one of my classmates asked, when do you improvise Bob? I didn’t know how to answer, because when aren’t you improvising? You don’t […]

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Watching footage of Fats Waller and when he plays those descending arpeggios it’s all middle, index, thumb which isn’t the most surprising method but then in the Paul McCartney-Rick Ruben […]

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the mind is an insane asylum in control of the life of an inmate who cannot achieve any peace. that was the whole lyric of a kid in my class […]

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Charlie Parker on the piano. Bud Powell. 1950s Electric shock therapy. Dead at 41. Monk’s pal, In Walked Bud. Consuming more Barry Harris, confounding ideas about harmony, can’t quite get […]

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One unique thing I like in rap, is the frequency of times people share the lead voice, share who is in charge, for instance De La Soul, Kanye West. It […]

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Barry Harris died. I didn’t know him but lots who have feeds that offer insights and gifts of jazz, eulogized his profound influence and while viewing their stories the thinking […]