No matter how much I prepare, mapping out my project, getting inspired, setting up the tools and resources I’ll need, following my creation, scheduling time, doing what works for me, and so on, surprises seem to come up along the way. You probably have plenty to teach me when it comes to rolling with these changes. I know how […]
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I’m unbelievably happy to have a guest post from one of my favorite blog writers: Kevin Jacoby. For more about KJ, read and click the links in his bio block at the end of this post. Picture yourself on a stage. The sun sets behind the hills as the sodium lights prepare to chase away
Music can express all sorts of feelings. Improvised music can have a particular niche when it comes to these sorts of expressions. It has the vantage point of coming directly from the moment that the emotions occur or as an embodied response to that moment. Improv by it’s very nature is about the present moment
I’ve been telling myself That I have to. And I know it is not true. Have To Builds walls and fortresses that hold in Nothing. It cannot contain anything but vacuum For it is the hardened place of boredom And obligation. So, this is not the time for Have To. No. To soften the hard
The moon does not blaze its way From the cusp of the horizon To the heights of the atmosphere. It is content to meander slowly, Incrementally From the tops of the ridges To the apex of its nightly rounds. There, with its reflected brilliance (Shining alike on cloud and clear) The moon (Without judgment or
Just a suggestion: Maybe just for a moment You could smile. Doesn’t matter if it’s On the inside or the out. I am simply knowing that The lack of smiles is Making my insides sad. With this poem, I profess That the rest of this day Will be one big smile Of love for the
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
