No Sleep Tonight – a spontaneous #poem
“No Sleep Tonight” – an improvised poem by Stan Stewart
“New Movement” – an improvised (spontaneously created, unedited) poem by Stan Stewart.
“Cedar Ridge Road” – an improvised (spontaneous, unedited) poem by Stan Stewart
A wreck is a muse. This should rightly sound strange to some, most, or all of you: I just released an album of piano improvisations inspired by a deer smashing in the front of our car. “Release” has a double meaning in this case: it’s both the release of an album and a stress/fear release
Feelings are deeply connected to my improvising. What I mean by that is emotion is often (almost always?) a starting point for my improvisations. This includes piano improv. As you know (unless you’ve never been here before), one of my key creative outlets is piano improvisation. One recent avenue to this form of creating was
playing with feelings in improvisation – InterPlayful Read More »
I can give you summary of this post now: set realistic expectations … if you can. At least for me, that’s the trick with doing anything with great intensity. I’m writing this post in first-person. Even though the references here will be to “me” and “I”, you may find that you can relate with some
Vote for your favorite piano improvisation from the 30-day challenge. On November 9, 2018, I’ll tally your input and put your choices up as an album on all the streaming services (Spotify, Apple Music, Deezer, etc.). “How?” you may ask… By playing it (just press play) in the box below. Unlike a democratic election, you
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Four more piano improvisations from the 30-day challenge for the International Day of Interplay. All I have to say is inside of these spontaneous compositions, so I hope you’ll listen. And thanks for being a supporter and friend. (Click on the picture to read the entire prompt and other tidbits about the musical piece.) Four
Eyes closed; Just a brief moment. Open: now there are wispy bits where only blue had been. Seconds later, they turn themselves into frothing bits of colorlessness, forming almost everywhere that I can see in that skyward direction. I start to walk towards home, finding grey had taken over those unassuming clouds. The air cools
Clouds – an #improv #poem – with original photos Read More »