The bass player’s fingers are doing A tiny, delightful dance; Rollicking and frolicking under The soloing ivories. He knows how to find The rhythm and pitch that Blend to perfection; Interweaving interplay. Far from the dance of two Left feet: this is the spontaneous Movement that flows from soul To soul – his, yours, mine, ours. […]
When warm (Or even temperate) Rain raps on the roof, It provides a reassuring Rhythm that soothes. When Winter-chilled rain Taps it’s icy fingers on Window panes, It does not soothe nor Reassure. ~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
I’m curating musician resources that I hope you’ll appreciate. Meanwhile, here are some of my musician tips and resources. Musician Resources and Tips Click the images and headlines to read more. Playful blessings,Stan
I drew stillness From The Deck. Her avatar? A peace sign. Right now, I think my Avatar is A race car. Zipping ahead Without thought For the energy Being consumed Or the loudness Generated. And all this Speed and combustion And noise Is doing so little to Improve on what Was already Here. ~ spontaneously
In February, 2012, I will post an article/review about online musician services. I’ve looked at a few of them myself, but it would be impossible for me to check out all of them, so… I need your input. If you’re a musician or band using an online music service, I want your feedback. (I’m looking
There is one thing And another. Grey twigs stand upright At ends of limbs. They decorate the also-grey sky As a foreground reminder: No leaves grace these Woodland tendrils. It is as if they are unclothed, Vulnerable and exposed To Winter’s cold. What inner warmth Do they rely on to carry Them through the snow?
Here’s an unedited piece that I just improvised this morning. Piano instrumental improvisation for your enjoyment! Please spread the word using the share buttons!
A shaft of sunbeam awakens me at dawn. My slumber has been of one dead for a thousand years: Deadened by thoughts of culpability and then, Sudden innocence. Awe and wonder overtake the moment As the light settles in. But fear raises expectations of loss and Grandeur — neither of which hold a place In this reality, nor
On November 11, 2011 (commonly referred to as 11-11-11), I spent over 6 hours in a high school classroom offering an experience of InterPlay techniques and forms to 6 different classes of students. I’m grateful to my co-teacher, Anita Bondi, who is a magnificent teacher and improviser. She responded to the students in the moment in
The electrified wind controller Makes unusual sounds. Nothing like the sax that came before. Loud! Amplified to ensure that My brain and the next will not Forget this sound! Now, the piano, too, joins in with the Electrified sound: funky electric piano- Zany-funkified-twisted sounds envelope The room and penetrate walls. Taking jazz to the
