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Don’t let any kind of dread Run a thread Through your head You can always turn To face something Beautiful To shift into Gratitude And that Is surely where it’s at Just put on a different hat And suddenly You’re aware Once again Of the masterpiece Full of wonderment And delight You are ~ spontaneously […]
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This is the third of three piano improvs from May 1, 2014. First, there was “Early (Part 1)“. In it you’ll hear predictable sounds and very stylistic, yet still spontaneously created, themes. Next, there was the student-inspired “Mouse and Elephant” with it’s dissonant chase across the keyboard. The final piano improv from this May Day session
When I was teaching piano lessons in Pennsylvania, I had a student who was a truly inspired young lad. In addition to being a good learner, passionate about music, and with a very creative mind, he enjoyed our explorations into improvisation. So, we did duet piano improv together. My memories of it are sweet and
Yesterday, I sat down for the first time in many days and improvised on the piano. You see: piano improv is often the clearest way I can voice what’s inside of me. Certainly this was true last night. I played for a couple of hours and — in spite of some technical learning curve —
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Hibernation is not really for the sleep: The point is the coming back to life. Eyes blinking we become accustomed to the light As we emerge from our cave Of becoming. However dusty or muddy the Spring soil may be, We let it squish between our toes. It, too, is raw material, Just as those
I like the idea Of having a view Out of my bedroom window And yet it seems to Be the stuff that Fairy tales and novels Are made of. Real folk have views Of streets, Parking lots, Brick walls, Or even the window In the neighbor’s house. But I’m talking About a view of Trees,
Once again awakened, too early, I look into the darkness for Answers. I notice that the only answer It holds is the one About light. Fear hovers in the sheets. It draws from past memories About similar stories it Holds as failures: Of melancholy aloneness That seemingly had no Redeeming qualities; Of grief that brought
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