The Sound I Felt ~ Coming Home or A Chick of a certain age finally makes a move to live the life she was meant to live and learns a Truth of a lifetime. Featuring “Blues for a Debutante” ~ Gil Fuller and the Monterey Jazz Festival Orchestra feat. James Moody

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Day 53:  It has been quite an experience moving back to San Francisco from Seattle and a great departure from what I had hoped and planned in April of this year in my over priced apartment in Seattle.  It has been twenty nine years since being in San Francisco and the twelve years I spent in Seattle felt as though I was living in the wilderness and I was lost because I lost my best friend after a six year struggle with breast cancer.  It makes such a big difference when your best friend just happens to be your mother.  When I inherited the same BrCa1 gene from her I didn’t feel it was a life sentence but it prepared me for the Secondary Breast Cancer that I have been experiencing and battling for the past fifteen years.  I was lost, angry and frustrated by the chill that surrounded my heart because of the benign neglect I received from the folks in Seattle.  Because my best laid apartment plan fell through in San Francisco I have experienced yet another layer to finding a home that I can be the person I was meant to be.  At times the apathy gets me and other times I feel as though I am back dealing with a mortality issue and how people form opinions based on a fear that it can happen to them.  Fear clouds the issue and people try so desperately hard to avoid it.  I know I have changed and I know it is for the better…Now this is living an improvised life filled to the gills with Jazz…

This is an excerpt from the original Homecoming Chapter.  I will add the contemporary stuff to the second part in the next post… I also selected Blues for a Debutante because in a way there are so many aspects that remind me of high school.  Even though the “mean girls” didn’t mess with me because I was on the basketball team and the tennis team, I stood 5’9 and I think they were afraid of me.  Enjoy…

The phone rang early that morning with an urgent tone.  It pierced the quiet with an anxious and fretful quality.  My dreamy thoughts of going and hanging out at Ocean Beach writing poetry were abruptly stopped.  It rang again.  I stared at the phone hoping it would change its pitch.   I moved toward the window, and slowly picked the receiver up.  Hi honey!  My mom’s voice sounded different.  Hi mom, is everything okay?  There was a long silence, she replied, whispering, Your dad has been having mini strokes and I am still recovering from my illness…   Rubbing my eyes, What, why are you whispering?  After several minutes of rustling, a door closed my mom continued your dad has been having a lot of mini strokes and I am still recovering from my illness. I am now fully awake, Illness?  Yes, I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer in the spring of 1984.  Now, honey I wanted to tell you but your dad told me not to, because he knew that you would immediately fly back home.   I was feeling a cross between fear, guilt and anger.  Oh, I suppose he was right.  I will be home as soon as I can get the funds and book a flight.  My mom’s voice now sounded relieved and started to say…I, but I interrupted her, no mom, don’t do anything but wait until I call to let you know when to come and meet me at the airport.  I’ll see you very soon, everything is going to be alright mom, take care.  I hung up the phone.  I sat staring at the people walking up and down Bush Street in the Knob Hill section of San Francisco.  I moved to California in 1986 after my grandmother’s death and the end of my marriage of six years.  I picked Northern California because of the wonderful feelings I had from the 1965 Monterey Jazz Festival as a child.  I called my close friend from medical school and he paid for my passage back east to take care of my rents (slang for parents).  It was not from feelings of guilt nor homesickness.  It was honoring a promise I made to my mom when I was 5 years old…

 

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My dad considered my moving to Washington, D.C  in 1979 as “running away” from home.  I was twenty-five.  He wouldn’t take me to the train station.  So my brother and mom took me and didn’t de-train in time so we all rode to Trenton with my mom tightly holding on to me as if she could make me stay.  I felt that it was my move to independent living.   It was a break from the overwhelmingly suffocating reign of dependency  my father had over my life.  He had the best intentions of course, but, I feel that he never took the time or any  consideration of what I really wanted from my life.  His not talking to me from August to December was hard, especially when I came home for break my first year was disappointing and desolating.  He refused to send my winter cloths, so, when I did come home for the break, I had just got out of the hospital with walking pneumonia. .. More to come in the next post…Peace & Love Out!  JBC 8-) & >3

 

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The Sound I Felt on a Poet’s Beat ~! What I Have Learned So Far by Mary Oliver ~ “I’m in the Mood for Love” ~ Gil Fuller & Monterey Jazz Festival Orchestra featuring James Moody

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What I Have Learned So Far

By Mary Oliver

Meditation is old and honorable, so why should I
not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside,
looking into the shining world? Because, properly
attended to, delight, as well as havoc, is suggestion.
Can one be passionate about the just, the
ideal, the sublime, and the holy, and yet commit
to no labor in its cause? I don’t think so.

All summations have a beginning, all effect has a
story, all kindness begins with the sown seed.
Thought buds toward radiance. The gospel of
light is the crossroads of — indolence, or action.

Be ignited, or be gone.

 

It has been two weeks since I arrived in California.  I started out around 2 pm from Seattle after finalizing and checking out of my apartment.  My car was packed to the gills with a small space to see out of my rearview mirror.  The housing situation is horrific everywhere.  Homelessness has become such a major concern for American life.  I oftentimes wonder how it has come to this.  It is not bad enough that unemployment, affordable housing and the American Dream are now things that have been lost or redefined over the past decades.  It has gotten so bad that Social Services are buckling under the strain of trying to provide services.  Today I am moving into unknown territory. I no longer look to see what I saw yesterday. And the future is moments away. I am working toward getting a better understanding of the fact that I am not able to change anything, but maybe I can influence it by adopting a positive attitude. It is like moving into a new apartment.  But the drawback is that you have to physically be there in order to secure it.  Everything is new and the neighborhood is different, the people are different and it is just a matter of adjusting to the new environment. I never made the connection with a new day. I realize that this is a fresh start, because what happened yesterday is gone. If I hold onto what happened yesterday, it deprives me from seeing today and all spontaneity is lost. We must trust ourselves to be able to live in the present moment and experience the joy of not knowing what possibilities could be. Nothing is written in stone.  If we continue to rely on past experiences, good, bad or indifferent, that impedes personal growth and expansion. We must become tired of re-living and playing tapes of things that happened in the past because it cannot be rewritten. They are just there and we are the only ones that give memories and thoughts the breath of life in the present moment.  It makes me feel as though I am a prisoner of my own life. So just for today, I am going to see what is new, and when those past thoughts, notions and ideas present themselves I will acknowledge them, but I will not let it affect how I am seeing things today. I am ready to receive and give the love, joy and gratitude that God has given me today. Peace OutMemorial Day is on Monday, May 25th, which was my mother’s birthday and my father died on May 26th so he would not die on her birthday.  This year I am going to celebrate their lives and how they were a positive influence and added meaning to my life.  Memorial Day is no longer a sad and depressing day, it has given me a new sense of purpose and meaning which to that end is what I have learned so far….  Peace & Love Out!  JBC 8-) & <3

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The Sound I Felt ~ Rumors that “Jazz is becoming Extinct” have been Greatly Exaggerated! Featuring “They Can’t Take That Away From Me” by Erroll Garner

“I love Fifty Shades enough to become vulnerable”  Dakota Johnson Fifty Shades of Grey

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JazzLine News wrote an article on March 9th, 2015 entitled “Jazz Has Become The Least-Popular Genre In The U.S.”  I totally disagree because you cannot quantify culture or art or anything that involves bringing beauty and joy to our lives!  It is like trying to grab a hold of air.   Besides I know a lot of jazz cats and chicks living and dead who would beg to differ with Mr. La Rosa and would challenge him by asking whether he truly loves jazz  and how his love can convey the hope and promise that Jazz has maintained from its inception.  Jazz has been scrutinized, vilified and has downright taken a beating with respect to criticism and evaluating its worth in American Life.  So, I defer to Gerald Early’s take on Jazz which reflects a lotta folks when he wrote “I think there are only three things America will be known for 2,000 years from now when they study this civilization the Constitution, jazz music, and baseball.

Jazz dropped into the scene as an American form of musical expression at the beginning of the 20th Century.  Jazz gave life dimension to become expansive, universal, and prolific by capturing color, timbre and reflected the shades of life experiences through sound.   Jazz provided the most influential approach to music for all time.  It is and has always been open to folks from all walks of life.  Jazz applies improvisational self expressions and the hot rhythms of life infused with harmonic manipulations through solo and group performances. It is a breath of freedom that is giving birth to contemporary life and is constantly recreating exciting new soulful sounds that examines and redefines the old and familiar music. Jazz spans the spectrum — from soothing background music to an art form where sounds challenge and require unwavering attention.  It is a beautiful thing to hear deep emotion as conveyed in John Coltrane’s Alabama or Duke Ellington’s Come Sunday.  Louis Armstrong’s Stardust was sheer momentousness. Fresh Sounds Records rated Erroll Garner’s Concert by the Sea as “One of the biggest selling jazz albums of all time. This release -released here with its instantly recognizable original cover includes the complete classic album that was recorded in a former church on the coastline at Carmel, California.”  Give a listen and check out the video snap of Mr. Garner doing his thing.

Finding jazz in everyday life is what gives me the fuzzies and comforts me like meditation and prayer.  I would rather look for the beauty in life and what brings grace to my life then try and quantify my life.  When it comes time for me to die, I want to be like all the men and women Jazz Legends when standing at the Pearly Gates of Heaven to be welcomed because they made a contribution to life not by the number of albums they sold but because they did what God asks all of us to do, spread the Word!  Where were you and what comes to mind when you listen, was it at home, in school, or watching a Woody Allen movie or even Birdman?  Peace & Love Out!  8-) & <3

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Is Fear a Factor that is Running Your Life? 10 Riff Changes 2 Get Ur Groove Back feat, “Jazz Odyssey” by New Age Jazz with a 10 Min Guided Meditation

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“Courage is more exhilarating than fear and in the long run it is easier. We do not have to become heroes overnight. Just a step at a time, meeting each thing that comes up, seeing it is not as dreadful as it appeared, discovering we have the strength to stare it down.” ~ Eleanor Roosevelt You Learn by Living

I don’t know about you, but with all the things that are happening in our world, culture and lives are riddled with fear, and for the most part takes center stage in our lives, grabbing us by the throat and suffocating us in our decision-making process. The irony of it is that most of the time we don’t even realize it. This is partly true because of the media and the learned behavior from our culture tends to stylize “fear” as a socially acceptable form of “stress.” And stress—stress is considered a trophy of success!

In the 60s “fear is for sissies or chumps”. It is a sign of weakness.  It was confused with shame and courage and it was something that we needed to hide from others and deal with it in secret.   In literature it was called “The Dark Night of the Soul”.  NOT!  I have lived long enough to know that FEAR and COURAGE cannot share the same couch.  It became a truth especially when I was paralyzed in 1990 and when I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer.  Here is how the scenario ran for me, when I was diagnosed both times it was a Game Changer.  My life was never going to be the same.  The fear of not being able to walk was Huge!  The doctors could not find out what was causing it and it was slowly climbing up my legs and Thank God it stopped when it affected my gag reflex.  The doctors finally came up with Guillain-Barré Syndrome.  Angela who became a dear friend who was diagnosed two years before me had to walk with a cane and had to cross the street in NYC at the slide which is where folks in wheelchairs were able to navigate the street and sidewalk curbs.  Others in my support group were not so lucky, some died, some were put on a respirator for the rest of their lives.  Being an active thirty something year old who played Varsity Tennis.  I was devastated.  What made matters worse was that my father did not believe it was a real illness.  There is nothing wrong with you, it’s all in your head, you need to snap out of it and get a job!  Fear became a permanent resident in my heart.

Fear is sneaky, and it shows up in all kinds of disguises, but until you see it for what it is, it’s hard to come into right relationship with fear.  So, I decided I had had enough.  Fear was now something that I had to stop somatizing!  I decided to face it and embrace it as a part of my life.  Here are the riff changes I used to get my life back.  Who knew that I would once again re-enter my life in 2000 with my diagnosis of Breast Cancer.

  1. You are unique – Perfection is the conduit to Fear of Failure

If you become afraid of criticism, failure, or rejection, you are setting yourself up to the illusion of being perfect.  Growing up with jazz and the musicians who improvise and create their own style of living which is facing fear and adversity; I learned that trusting and accepting that God’s grace allows us to recover and heal us because we weren’t made perfect —facing fear is the portal to real intimacy, to be known, loved, and accepted for our true self.

  1. Don’t settle.

Taking risks is a major part of living.  If you become afraid to take risks, challenge conformity, and go for what you really want you have let fear and your ego convince you that you are not good enough.  Then you feel that all of your relationships, your job, and your Life is as good as it gets.   You have forgotten how to dream. That childhood curiosity and imagination are lost.  Settling is not an option.   When you choose to face and get past your fear, hope is reawakened in your heart.  That choice speaks to creating the future where you will not stand for anything less than joy, vitality, even miracles.  Mindfulness meditation and improvisation helps to focus on what you want and where your values are.

  1. Say yes to the Stress.

Being afraid that you will disappoint people or get rejected if you don’t say yes, you have given the power to others and what is outside of yourself.   When you choose, make that choice because it will benefit everyone.  Friends are not really friends if they do not respect your choices.  Only you know what is good for you!

  1. No means No.

You cannot fear something that you know in your heart is the right choice.  If you fear you’re your friends or loved ones will not like you or they want to go in a different direction as you and you don’t want to go in that direction and are afraid of losing them, then I have found that they were not really my friends.  You have to risk it to get the biscuit!  No keeps life honest.  It requires thought and consideration and if you decide that No is right for you, go with it now matter what.  It’s healthy.

  1. There is no escaping fear.

Fear can cause a lot of inner pain, a kind of soul sickness that manifests as depression, anxiety, restlessness, helplessness, hopelessness, frustration, sadness, loneliness, and fatigue. We live in a society that there is a Pill for everything.  The best medicine is to confront and face the discomfort to triumph over feeling the inner pain and void that all of us face one time or another in life.  Drinking or drugging is just another panacea that eludes us into believing that we can control our pain and fear.  It does just the opposite.  It will affect you in so many negative ways that it could take you down a path that you may not be able to recover from.  Fear is transformative because if you use mindfulness mediation and then improvise using your experience and style it is a way better high than any drug or drink can give you.  It will also build your repertoire that will last a lifetime.  You will develop the chops to do the deep transformative work that leads you to freedom.  Eleanor Roosevelt said it best…Discipline of mind and body is one of the most difficult things one has to acquire, but in the long run it is a valuable ingredient of education and a tremendous bulwark in time of trouble. Certainly, it is essential in meeting defeats and recovering from disaster.

  1. Why put off tomorrow what you can do today.

That speaks to the everyday choices you make that will keep you in your groove.  Procrastination is good when you prioritize it in terms of staying in the moment.  It is very helpful to me when I look at the situation or the task and decide that I will not worry about that now, I will worry about that at 6 o’clock this evening when I am able to focus and meditate the best plan of action.  Scheduling specific times to worry, fear, etc. is the best way of living in the moment.

  1. Don’t Freeze UP.

It is harmful to practice avoiding to make a decision or take an action that you know you must make. It’s a good thing to trust your gut or intuition will tell you that it’s time to leave a toxic relationship or to go a different way. It is critical to set boundaries with your loved ones, friends and people in general. Be impeccable with your words and speak up when your integrity is breached at work or in your daily life.

     8.  You are responsible to control You and no one else.

The only thing we can truly control in our lives is breathing, walking, and sustain ourselves.  So leave the micromanaging and manipulating control to God or the Universe.  When I realized that being right, or manipulating a situation is so WRONG and not in my control I found that life is so joyous and liberating.  I know that my parental unit was deemed with that control thing when I was a child.  However, the flip side would be to empower me with the skills and swagger to act in the world on the foundation of  values and beliefs that benefit everyone and not just myself.  Letting go is powerful in that it resonates with harmony and brings about miracles.

  1. Sometimes we should use the Right to Remain Silent.

There is nothing worse in this world than a person who is full of unsolicited Advice.  When folks come up to me, whether they are friends, family or coworkers, the best thing I have learned to do is listen.  Not go into some diatribe about how it happened to me and what happened and just taking over the conversation.  Yes it is true, I is not about you all the time!

  1. When Fear has its way.

Fear isn’t just an uncomfortable feeling that holds you back from following your dreams, connecting with your true tribe, and serving out your life’s purpose.   It can serve as a trigger for stress responses in the body that can morph into disease and prevent the body’s ability to heal itself. Fear has had its way with me when I was just a little chick.  It played a major role in my paralysis and living with breast cancer.  Facing fear is what keeps my thrivin’ and most of all alive.

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Running Riff Changes on A Religious Canvas ~ “Jazz is My Religion” by Ted Joans featuring Tom Deegan – Jazz Is My Religion – Original Mix

Handmade Museum Quality_Jazz Oil Paintings

Handmade Museum Quality_Jazz Oil Paintings

Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which from the substratum of our being to which we rarely penetrate for our lives are mostly constant. ~ T.S. Eliot

According to Wikipedia Religion is an organized collection of beliefs, cultural systems, and world views that relate humanity to an order of existence.   For a Chick of a Certain Age that speaks to Who I really am.  Folks who are different oftentimes create a separate world that is different from the world they actually live in to protect themselves.  What I have come to understand that religion is an integral part of culture.  American culture is an aggregation of different cultures and language.  Jazz has weathered the storms of racism and chauvinism for over a quarter of a century.  Religion and faith is what help one to survive through the roughest times.  I started reading “Siddhartha” by Hermann Hesse when I as eight years old, it awakened something in me that showed me that Words, spoken, sung or written and jazz are the loves of my life.  Peace  & Love Out Out!  JBC 8-) & <3

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Jazz Is My Religion

by Ted Joans

JAZZ is my religion and it alone do I dig the jazz

clubs are my houses of worship and sometimes the concert halls

but some
holy places are too commercial (like churches) so I
don’t dig the
sermons there I buy jazz sides to dig in solitude Like
man/Harlem,
Harlem U.S.A. used used to be a jazz heaven where most of
the jazz
sermons were preached but now-a-days due to chacha
cha and
rotten rock ‘n’roll alotta good jazzmen have sold their
souls but jazz
is still my religion because I know and feel the message
it brings
like reverend Dizzy Gillespie/Brother Bird and
Basie/Uncle
Armstrong/Minister Monk/ Deacon Miles Davis/ Rector
Rollins/
Priest Ellington/ His funkness Horace Silver/ and the great
Pope
John, John COLTRANE and Cecil Taylor They
Preach A Sermon
That Always Swings!!

Yeah jazz is MY religion Jazz
is my story
it was my mom’s and pop’s and their moms and pops
from the days of Buddy Bolton who swung them blues to Charlie
Parker and
Ornette Coleman‘s extension of Bebop Yeah jazz is my
religion
Jazz is unique musical religion the sermons spread
happiness and
joy to be able to dig and swing inside what a
wonderful feeling

jazz is/YEAH BOY!! JAZZ is my religion and dig this:
it wasn’t for
us to choose because they created it for a damn good
reason as a
weapon to battle our blues!JAZZ is my religion and its
international all the way JAZZ is just an Afro-American
music
and like us its here to stay So remember that JAZZ is
my religion
but it can be your religion too but JAZZ is a truth that is
always
black and blue Hallelujah I love JAZZ so Hallelujah I
dig JAZZ so
Yeah JAZZ IS MY RELIGION…….

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A Taste 4 Jazz ~ EZ PZ “Rawsome Vegan Lasagna Recipe” and 4 Somethin’ Sweet a Rawsome Red Velvet Beet Cake

Hey JazzFoodies Wake Up For March Madness ~Wellness in Mind~Body~Spirit is the Thing!  Most of you hip folks want it but figure it’s a hassle to make it a natural part of every day.   I know I did.  Mindfulness eating means choosing foods that balance nutrition suited for your unique body filled with enticing flavors to create an indulgent way to enjoy a healthy lifestyle.  Breast Cancer motivated me to listen to my body and to feel good and strong despite the limitations it has imposed in my life.  Nutritious sustainability is one of the secret habits of jazz living. Coming up with mack dishes on a budget.  To wit:  Here is a super nutritious EZ PZ Rawsome Vegan Lasagna Recipe and finish off with a Rawsome Red Velvet Beet Cake.  Bon Apétit!  Peace & Out!  JBC 8-) & <3

And the Piece de résistance Red Velvet Beet Cake! (Raw Vegan)

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The Sound I Felt ~ Portrait of Improvisation “Under the Edge of February” by Jayne Cortez featuring Gil Fuller & Monterey Jazz Festival – Angel City Blues – Feat. Dizzy Gillespie

“Overall, I think the main thing a musician would like to do is to give a picture to the listener of the many wonderful things he knows of and senses in the universe. That’s what music is to me—it’s just another way of saying this is a big, beautiful universe we live in, that’s been given to us, and here’s an example of just how magnificent and encompassing it is. That’s what I would like to do. I think that’s one of the greatest things you can do in life, and we all try to do it in some way. The musician’s is through his music.”  ~ John Coltrane

Fred Windisch at the Madrone Art Bar in San Francisco

Fred Windisch at the Madrone Art Bar in San Francisco

Part of the writing process for me is finding inspiration.  It is all around.  So, jazz portraits on a literary canvas for me began back in the 60s.  Witnessed by the shattering glass of equality and shout of fists of freedom the only thing that remained was what our country had come to.  A fool’s folly of thinking that colors can be separated from white.  That blood is red and not equal.  That striving to be the same is better than celebrating our differences.  Here is one of the soft muses that called to me and comforted me when I saw in the distance Los Angeles go up in flames.  Jayne Cortez was born in Arizona, grew up in Los Angeles, California, and currently lives in New York City. She is the author of ten books of poems and has performed her poetry with music on nine recordings. Her poetry is celebrated for its political, surrealistic, dynamic innovations in lyricism, and visceral sound.  Her poetry reflects the time but what the most important message from Ms. Jayne Cortez FIND YOUR OWN VOICE!  That has become my mantra and has given me the strength to face whatever adversity that comes my way.  Peace & Love Out!  JBC 8-) & <3

Under the Edge of February

by Jayne Cortez 

Under the edge of February
in hawk of a throat
hidden by ravines of sweet oil
by temples of switch blades
beautiful in its sound of fertility
beautiful in its turban of funeral crepe
beautiful in its camouflage of grief
in its solitude of bruises
in its arson of alert

Who will enter its beautiful calligraphy of blood
Its beautiful mask of fish net
mask of hubcaps mask of ice picks mask
of watermelon rinds mask of umbilical cords
changing into a mask of rubber bands

Who will enter this beautiful beautiful mask of
punctured bladders moving with a mask of chapsticks
Compound of Hearts Compound of Hearts
Where is the lucky number for this shy love
this top heavy beauty bathed with charcoal water
self conscious against a mosaic of broken bottles
broken locks broken pipes broken
bloods of broken spirits broken through like
broken promises

Landlords Junkies Thieves
enthroning themselves in you
they burn up couches they burn down houses
and infuse themselves against memory
every thought
a pavement of old belts
every performance
a ceremonial pick up

how many more orphans how many neglected shrines
how many more stolen feet stolen guns
stolen watch bands of death
in you how many times

Harlem
hidden by ravines of sweet oil
by temples of switch blades
beautiful in your sound of fertility
beautiful in your turban of funeral crepe
beautiful in your camouflage of grief
in your solitude of bruises in
your arson of alert
beautiful.

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A Taste 4 Jazz ~ Remembering The Watts Riots ~ A Patch of Blue~Something Sweet~The Mack “Raw Vegan Pecan Pie” featuring Gil Fuller & Monterey Jazz Festival – A Patch Of Blue – Feat. James Moody

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“Music at its best…is the grand archeology into and transfiguration of our guttural cry, the great human effort to grasp in time our deepest passions and yearnings as prisoners of time. Profound music leads us–beyond language–to the dark roots of our scream and the celestial heights of our silence. ” ― Cornel WestThe Cornel West Reader

Prelude… 

A Patch of Blue was the first movie I went to and I felt every single emotion a child of 11 could feel.  I was changed.  It was the quiet before the storm.  It was a classic 1965 American drama film directed by Guy Green about the relationship between a black man, Gordon (played by Sidney Poitier), and a blind white female teenager, Selina (Elizabeth Hartman), and the problems that plague their relationship when they fall in love in a racially divided America. Made in 1965 against the backdrop of the growing civil rights movement, the film explores racism from the perspective of love is blind.  It was the first time I felt what love must be like for an eleven year old mixed little chick.  I selected a jazz song with Classical overtones because it reminds me of how I felt when I watch A Patch of Blue and listen to my father’s arrangement

The Watts Riots that dropped into American Life has many characteristics of the changes and call and response of jazz in the streets.  It was a very frightening time.  My heart felt as though  the flame from a candle was too hot. It flickered and danced over-a warm breeze, offering no respite from the heat. The soft gossamer wings of grace notes fluttered to and fro in the darkness, sprinkling dusty syncopated flurry of the notes become a circle of light. I struggled to resist, but still I was drawn in. And then there was a brightness with the heat becoming so intensified because now I had flown too close to the sun.  I became dazzled by the light, fried and melted from the heat and weary of my endeavors to stay airborne.  The heat … was stifling and overpowering.  The song was over and awaked me. I open my eyes, and I’m draped with a tremendous sense of hope and yet I feared it would never happen in my life time.  But like love and life we must feel pain and sorrow to unmask the joy that the universe has to give.  The saxophone is the riff of racial identity filled with licks and syncopation.  The French horns respond by filling the air with a sense of freedom and liberty.  It is a mood stirring redition as the point/counterpoint of American life is shadowed by the ever present hope that compassion will replace hate and violence against those that are different.  The sound and harmony breathes hope in the fact that the theme and melody speaks directly to our hearts.

So, I want to end on a decadently sweet and healthy note…. Peace & Love Out!  JBC 8-)* & <3

Raw, Vegan Pecan Pie by Gena Hamshaw

Author Notes: An easy, forgiving, and absolutely delicious vegan spin on pecan pie. Creamy medjool dates and coconut oil perfectly approximate the flavor and richness of a traditional filling.

Gena's Pecan-Pie- Courtesy of Food52.com

Gena’s Pecan-Pie- Courtesy of Food52.com

Serves 8 to 10

For the crust

  • 3/4cups raw pecans
  • 3/4cups raw walnuts
  • 1/4teaspoon sea sat
  • 1/4cup shredded coconut
  • 1cup pitted medjool dates, packed

For the pie filling

  • 1 1/4cup medjool dates, tightly packed, pitted, and soaked in warm water for at least an hour
  • 1/2cup plus 3/4 cup raw pecans, divided
  • 1/4cup melted coconut oil
  • 2teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 1teaspoon cinnamon
  • 1/4teaspoon nutmeg
  • Big pinch sea salt
  1. To make the crust: Place the walnuts and pecans, sea salt, and coconut in a food processor and grind roughly. Add the dates and process until the mixture is thoroughly broken down and sticks together when you squeeze a bit in the palm of your hand. Press mixture evenly onto the bottom and sides of a pie plate (alternately, you can press it into a 9″ springform pan).
  2. Drain the dates, reserving the soak liquid. Transfer the dates to a high speed blender or powerful food processor. Add the 1/2 cup pecans, coconut oil, vanilla, cinnamon, nutmeg, salt, and about 1/4 cup of the date-soaking water. Blend until the mixture is totally smooth.
  3. Pour the filling into the crust. Smooth the top over with an inverted spatula. Place in the fridge for at least four hours to set. Decorate the top with the 3/4 cup pecans, and continue to chill till ready to serve.

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The Sound I felt ~ “Preludes” by T.S. Eliot n’ Liner Notes on “Changes” featuring Miles Davis and Milt Jackson

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“If Music is a Place — then Jazz is the City, Folk is the Wilderness, Rock is the Road, Classical is a Temple.”  ― Vera Nazarian

Jazz opened my life to the endless possibilities.  Jazz and literary arts are inextricably attached.  Growing up the exposure to the power jazz and literary arts allowed me to  tap into our uniqueness and vulnerability.  It speaks to the feelings all of us share in our humanness.  T.S. Eliot does that for me.  Jazz served up the ambience of the nurturing environment to develop our deeply unfurled imagination to be separate but equal.  It means coloring outside the lines of social and moral justice to find a peace within that truly connects us to one another.  It is not about conforming or following some edict to prove who we really are.  It’s about cherishing our differences and somehow we still remain together.  It speaks to the place that you feel inspired and generous and the powers of love and compassion are extended beyond our basic needs to a level that all of us have at one time or another.  The big Aha!  The I get it without uttering a word.  Going to rehearsals and traversing through various venues and terrains  presented auditory snaps of life’s vast tapestry of culture, American life, is a canvas of life’s challenges  This song is the quintessential element of a sextet.  There are six musicians with the feel of an orchestra.  Miles Davis,  a central figure in the 1950s, embraced the meaning from  Dizzy, Coltrane, Monk, Tad drawing together a new auditory vision of cool … He broke the rules of jazz five times from 1949 to 1969. … His first Columbia album ‘Round about Midnight (1955) featured Davis’s first.   In 1959 he dropped Kind of Blue  igniting albums with Cannonball Adderley and Milt Jackson.

Davis and Jackson combine salacious voicings on the head to “Bitty Ditty,”  The result was their abilities by demonstrate their elegant mastery of harmony and swing.  Both are inspired by the shape of the song’s line, and are completely unfazed and amazed by its intricacies.  Give a listen and feel the pain of life and our separation from the Source.  Wishing back to the time when we were one with it. So let’s breathe and Laissez les bon temps rouler Peace & Love Out!  JBC <3 & -8)

 Preludes

by T. S. Eliot

I

The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o’clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.

And then the lighting of the lamps.
II

The morning comes to consciousness
Of faint stale smells of beer
From the sawdust-trampled street
With all its muddy feet that press
To early coffee-stands.

With the other masquerades
That time resumes,
One thinks of all the hands
That are raising dingy shades
In a thousand furnished rooms.
III

You tossed a blanket from the bed,
You lay upon your back, and waited;
You dozed, and watched the night revealing
The thousand sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted;
They flickered against the ceiling.
And when all the world came back
And the light crept up between the shutters
And you heard the sparrows in the gutters,
You had such a vision of the street
As the street hardly understands;
Sitting along the bed’s edge, where
You curled the papers from your hair,
Or clasped the yellow soles of feet
In the palms of both soiled hands.
IV

His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.

I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.

Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.

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A Taste 4 Jazz ~ Waiting for Bonaparte Muffaletta (The Remix Edition) By Pierino + JBC’s Vegan Remastered Version featuring Bob James – “Take Me to the Mardi Gras”

Those who have not lived in New Orleans have missed an incredible, glorious, vital city–a place with an energy unlike anywhere else in the world, a majority-African American city where resistance to white supremacy has cultivated and supported a generous, subversive, and unique culture of vivid beauty. From jazz, blues, and and hip-hop to secondlines, Mardi Gras Indians, jazz funerals, and the citywide tradition of red beans and rice on Monday nights, New Orleans is a place of art and music and food and traditions and sexuality and liberation.”  ~ ― Jordan Flaherty, Floodlines: Community and Resistance from Katrina to the Jena Six

Court of Two Sisters

Court of Two Sisters

Hey JazzFoodie Fans Mardi Gras is here!…The Carnival season, is a diversification of the traditional manner of preparing for the start of the Catholic season of Lent, that starts after Twelfth Night, on Epiphany (January 6). This is a cultural cornucopia that is filled with a season of paradesballs (some of them masquerade balls mind you), and don’t forget the king cake parties. It has traditionally been part of the winter social season; which at one time was when parties for Southern Society women, débutante balls, were arranged.

Celebrations run for two weeks before and through Fat Tuesday (Mardi Gras in French), to the day before Ash Wednesday. There is one major parade each day (weather permitting); most days have several large parades. The largest and most elaborate parades take place on the last five days of the season. In the final week of Carnival, many events large and small occur throughout New Orleans and surrounding communities. Neighboring communities also hold Carnival celebrations.  Food52 is undoubtedly one of the best Go2 sites for fabulous Jazz Foodies like me.  Today let’s get a true blue N’awlins foodie’s recipe for an awesome Muffaletta.  For my vegetarian friends I have a cool marinade for zucchini and eggplant that I roast and substitute for the meats.  Check it out below…  And now for the pièce de résistance Bonaparte’s Muffaletta by Chef Pierino

Bonaparte Muffaletta sandwich Courtesy of Food 52

Bonaparte Muffaletta sandwich Courtesy of Food 52

Author Notes: PierinoOne of the greatest traditional food items to come out of New Orleans is the muffaletta sandwich. Central Grocery is renowned for theirs, but you can also taste a fine one on the café menu at Napoleon House on Chartres in the French Quarter. Napoleon House gets its name from the fact that in 1821 it was offered as a residence to Bonaparte during his exile. Being an unapologetic Bonapartist myself, my recipe title is a tribute to Boney. Now let’s see if he shows up for lunch. The primary components of the sandwich are ham, salami, provolone cheese, and topping of olive salad, all packed onto a crusty round loaf. The olive salad should be generous but it should not overwhelm your pork product.
Because it’s difficult to find the proper Italian-style round bread loaf outside of New Orleans, you might want to think about doing as I prefer and make your own. But what you really want is a good-sized round and crusty Italian loaf. The ingredients indicated here for the olive salad will produce enough for two sandwiches this size. To serve, you can/should halve or quarter the assembled muffaletta.  – Pierino

Serves an army

For the olive salad:

For the sandwich components:

  • One6-ounce crusty Italian roll
  • A little creole mustard
  • 1/4pound thinly sliced premium cooked or cured ham (even prosciutto or jamon Serrano)
  • 1/4pound thinly sliced capicola (as the name suggests, this is most often made from pig neck)
  • 1/4pound sliced provolone cheese
  1. It’s easy to make the olive salad in the bowl of a food processor using the olives, cornichons, garlic, oregano, olive oil, vinegar, and black pepper. Give everything a few quick pulses. It should remain a bit chunky — somewhat more coarse than a tapenade.
  2. Spoon the olive salad into a non-reactive bowl and cover it with cling wrap. It should then go into the refrigerator to rest for at least 5 to 8 hours, and it will keep overnight.
  3. To assemble, use a sharp bread knife to divide the loaf into two halves horizontally like a giant hamburger bun. Smear some mustard on the bottom half and top with ham, capicola, provolone, and a generous amount of olive salad. Cover with the top portion of the roll and divide into halves or quarters. Bring napkins.
  4. Notes to the cook: For the garlic, I use a “garlic confit” that I learned from Thomas Keller’s Bouchon cookbook. What that consists of is about 40 peeled cloves of garlic covered in canola oil and poached for about forty minutes — a flame tamer is advised. Store the garlic and oil in a sealed container in the refrigerator. After a few days the oil will be highly perfumed. I think the little Corsican would like that touch. It’s handy to have on hand and you can add a little of the oil to the salad. Otherwise, use fresh garlic cloves.
  5. The cornichon included in the olive salad is untraditional but one of my New Orleans friends really liked it, so I think it really works. Don’t be stingy with the olive salad.

    For my Vegetarian Jazz foodies ~  I make a special trip to my Asian Market and purchase the following ingredients:

  • 1/2 cup tamari or shoyu sauce
  • 4 tablespoons loosely packed cilantro leaves
  • 2tablespoon Ume Plum vinegar (Eden Selected)
  • 3 tablespoon toasted sesame oil +1 tablespooon Olive Oil
  • 2 medium-size cloves garlic
  • 1 ounce fresh peeled ginger sliced
  • ____________________________________
  •  4 small Japanese eggplants and 4 medium

I place all of the above ingredients in a blender EXCEPT FOR THE EGGPLANTS!  Blend until smooth.

  1. Pierce the eggplants and zucchini several times with a fork. Cut in half lengthwise. On the open side of each half, make two deep diagonal slashes in each direction. Place eggplants skin side down in a 13-by-9-by-2-inch purex baking dish.
  2. Spoon 1 1/2 teaspoons of the marinade over each eggplant and zucchini half. Rub the marinade into the flesh so that it runs into the cuts. Turn skin side up and pour remaining marinade into dish. Let stand for 60 minutes.
  3. Turn skin side down. Roast in oven for 15- 20 minutes at 400ºF. Remove from oven and let cool.
  4. If you really want to make it Vegan, I substitute Daiya Mozzarella, Provolone or even Jack and it is delicious!  Just follow the assembly given above for the sandwich and Voila!

Best wishes 4 a Blessed and wonderful Mardi Gras 2015!  Peace & Love Out!  JBC  8-) & <3

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The Sound I felt ~ Going Against the Grain featuring Pete McGuinness Jazz Orchestra – What Are You Doing the Rest of Your Life?

Going Against the Grain EXPLORED Courtesy of flickr.com

Going Against the Grain EXPLORED Courtesy of flickr.com

It was June 8, 1965 that I can remember the first time I encountered going against the grain.  Coincidentally, it was the first Talk I had with my father.  I was eleven years old.  The grain or the focus was, what I was going to be when I grew up?  I was caught completely off guard and felt as though I was at a terrible disadvantage.  I lacked the necessary mental state and experience to be able to parry, deflect or maneuver my father’s intentional incoming attack.  Of course he had the experience and the presence of mind from living in the jazz world and being exposed to the dark side of things, like the society’s standards and labels.  How drugs had transformed Billie, Monk and Coltrane and how the entertainment world treated women and minorities back in the 40’s and 50’s in his hey days.  He wanted to protect me.

I began writing in my journals when I was eight years old.  My mother gave me the greatest gift when she taught me how to read.  My father’s greatest gift was to write a song and bring music into my life.  The combination of both of their gifts gave me the love to write.  Going against the grain is something that all of us face.  Today I guess I am having an existential moment.

Perhaps it’s not that dramatic or some movie blockbuster. Maybe it is nothing more than connecting with my true self and taking a time out to take a good look at life and where I really want to be.  Either way, somethin’s  been blocking me from writing my memoir.  It has nothin’ to do with having the courage to accept what’s true for me.  I have read all these websites from literary agencies and how hard it is to be a writer that it takes away from allowing myself to do what I love to do.  I have been feelin’ like that eleven year old girl who is asked a question and expecting to give an answer that I haven’t even asked myself.  I realize it is a process.  But there is an internal process and an external process and sometimes the answers do not reveal themselves before their time.

why fit in when you were born to stand out

The reality of this situation is what we all grapple with and sometimes the result is not what we wanted or even dreamed of.  I get frustrated, tired of the struggle and all kinds of weird things that say it has been a waste of time to make sense of them.  When I try to figure out things by looking at myself and compare it to others, I am not being fair to myself or to others.  That’s when I am out of balance and get lost.

It’s foolish to believe I am the only one that feels that way.  I am sure you know exactly what I am talking about.  I take this time to remember what it felt like when I was eleven and went to my first rehearsal with my father.  I saw living examples of talented, weather-beaten, society labeled “misfits” who were well seasoned, professional, genuine artists whose genius was expressed on their own terms and with all of their souls.  It was poetry in motion.

 So at the end of the day, every. single. time. that you decide NOT to live what’s true for you, you’re giving other folks permission to make all kinds of assumptions about you and are loosing apart of yourself.  You are also burying who you truly are to comply, people-please and keep a peace that sometimes needs to be awakened.

Those artists did not live with the illusion created by others but lived with being who they truly were and did not get lost.  The result was Harmony.  There was no fear of playing the wrong note or going off the melody when they soloed that the rest of the musicians could not know where to come back in.  If they did, I would hear my father yell “What the hell was that?”  Everybody laughed.  He tapped the baton on the podium “okay, okay, let’s take it from bar 122 or bar 181 and let’s see what happens…”  Now that’s what Life is all about.  Perhaps going against the grain teaches us something about ourselves and life that everyone can learn from…How about you?  Do you remember such a time?  Peace and love out!  JBC 8-) & <3

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A Taste 4 Jazz ~ 2 the Salad Daze…. How to Make Salad in a Jar That Lasts a Week – brought to you by SaladinaJar.com featuring Smooth Jazz – In the City at Night

Hey JazzFoodies I don’t know about you, but when I get fully into my work I would love to have something, simple, savory, healthy and filling to take for my lunch and dinner break.  I know that it probably speaks to the geek in me, but, this recipe is totally tailor-made for that demanding type of life.  It is also a great pot luck dish or tail gate party dish that is so EZ PZ to make that I had to share it with you.

Have a great week!  Peace & Love Out!  JBC 8-) & <3

 

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The Sound I felt ~ RiffShots of 3 EZ PZ Ways to Finding Your Happy Place through Jazz Improv featuring Gil Fuller & Monterey Jazz Festival – Big Sur – 2007 – Remaster

Big Sur is My Happy Place Courtesy of cheezeburgerdotcom

Big Sur is My Happy Place Courtesy of cheezeburgerdotcom

Here are three mindfulness improvisation tips to self care that will leave bad habits in the dust and shed light into your life bringing you to your very special happy place.

Here is one of my Happiest Sounds from my childhood…

If you follow your bliss, you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. Wherever you are — if you are following your bliss, you are enjoying that refreshment, that life within you, all the time. ~ Joseph Campbell

Mindfulness is your portal to being present in your daily life. For me jazz improv is my way of living creatively and not emotionally. When we live in the present it allows us to let go of the pain of the past and the worries or expectations of the future so we can focus on what we have now. It is not a matter of denial or I will be happy with a million bucks or all of my bills are paid because the price for living is that bills will always be there.  There will always be an expense for living.  Finding gratitude for the things we do, even the smallest thing gives me a sense of peace.  Worry over being able to meet our daily lives takes us out of ourselves and life then seems like an uphill battle and we lose sight of the present moment.  We get caught up and eventually will disappear from our lives.  Mindfulness gives you the choice of what to focus on and redirects the mind to stop letting the past shape and distort the future and loose the present moment.  You no longer dwell on things you cannot change and rely and react emotionally to them which can be quite exhausting. One of the biggest perks of mindfulness is that you can minimize anxiety and stress. Living in the moment and creatively brings more joy, clarity, wellness and energy.

 The best way to cultivate mindfulness is through meditation   So how can you do this?  Jazz improv allows you to  meditate so that you can be detached, a witness or an observer and releases you to explore ways that work for you.  Now it takes a whole lot of practice and finding a different perspective to help you to find your happy quiet space between those thoughts. You quiet your ego driven obsessive thinking, and start responding instinctively. Meditation allows you to relax and to listen to your inner spirit that will allow your thoughts to detach and flow. This is the Happy Place where you begin awakening and manifesting your dreams.  You are now in touch with who you really are; with what matters most to you as well as becomes your way of improvising on life  so you face adversity and the challenges in your daily routine imparting your own style.

Here are three mindfulness improvisation tips to self care that will leave bad habits in the dust and shed light into your life bringing you to your very special happy place.

#1 Improvise this: . Begin with fifteen minutes meditation twice a day. It’s great first thing in the morning and then again in the evening at the end of your day.   Here is one of my favorites.

Mindfulness Meditation – Quick 15 Min Stress Relief Version

If you want to fold it into your daily routine begin with eating a healthy, balanced diet that would include fresh organic food.  Or how about a walking meditation or yoga class to help you to connect with your body that helps you to center yourself, and find balance?   The benefits are a good night sleep that will rejuvenate and detoxify your mind and body.

#2 Improvise this: Taking Care of Yourself

Your objective would be to connect with those things that truly make you happy. Target that thing, place, or activity that creates space every day.  This is not negotiable and a top priority.  A total Ah Ha! Moment!

Block out time in your day—it is up to you whether it is five minutes or an hour.  Do something you love. Listen to music, read a good book, sit in silence by the water or a fire, or even try dancing in your bare feet in the living room. Give yourself a star on your calendar every time you do it. Believe me you will feel more inspired and creative.

#3 Improvise this: Get an Attitude of Gratitude

You can start by counting your blessings!  This lets you realize how good your life truly is and connects you with the abundance in your life.  I have found that it attracts more prosperity and is way more rewarding.. Surround yourself with what you think is beautiful, and be grateful for it in your home, your work space, your clothes, I think you get the picture.

 I love to take this time and combine it with my nightly 15 minute mindfulness meditation routine just before bed.  It is a perfect way to open your heart and to dream beautiful dreams.  Mind you, I am no spring chicken and that it does not happen overnight.  I am also a late bloomer so some folks get right away and then there are folks like me that work at it until it takes hold and opens your heart and life to the wonders and joy of life’s possibility.  Give it a go.  Peace and love out!  JBC 8-)  & <3

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The Sound I felt ~ RiffShot of a Jazz Portrait of Monk Who Demonstrated the Bliss of Being Who He Truly Was…featuring Thelonious Monk – Epistrophy

“If you follow your bliss, you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. Wherever you are — if you are following your bliss, you are enjoying that refreshment, that life within you, all the time.”  Joseph Campbell

Jazz dropped a distinctive musical expression into American culture at the turn of the 20th Century.  The presence of jazz became expansive, universal, and prolific. It became the most influential approach to music for all time.  Jazz blends diverse contexts by capturing sounds and rhythms transforming them into spontaneous and synchronistic styles that infuse harmonic manipulations and maelstrom rhythms that are featured in solo and group performances.  Jazz is an acoustic metaphor of life’s challenges or riffs.  Our emotions  love, fear, anger, sorrow and joy create a canvas upon which we live.  Life’s challenges (riffs) are:  abandonment, arrogance, inferiority, rejection and shame.  Personal transformation allows us to overcome these riffs.  Jazz is a way of dealing with life’s challenges especially through featured solo performances.  The formula for a good life is harmony; being able to maintain and live truthfully; showing up and sharing a sense of well-being and interconnectedness with others.  Finally having faith and trusting that these riffs are merely a part of living.  My biggest riff has always been abandonment beginning when I was just a little chick.  It filled the spectrum of being alone, judged and dependent upon everything and one outside of me.  Jazz taught me what being in the world and not of it truly means.  Joseph Campbell wrote: “The privilege of a lifetime is to be who you are”.  Growing up in a jazz filled environment enabled me to see life from a different perspective.  I initially saw and felt it when dad was composing and arranging songs.  I also witnessed it at rehearsals and live performances on stage.  I discovered that I experienced it when I am reading and writing prose and making collages.  I had to keep it as a secret because the fear that dad would abandon me became overwhelming.  It took many years for me to develop the courage to be me.

So now let’s take a closer look at jazz as an acoustic metaphor of life.  The jazz ensemble/orchestra is an acoustic canvas of what I would describe as the ‘good life’. The difference between an ensemble and a classical symphony orchestra is that jazz ensemble/orchestras feature a solo performance that imparts their own style of imagination and creativity and still maintains the harmonic integrity and rhythm of the original melody.   Through receptive sensitivity the soloist features their self-expressive performances to the audience. The complex harmony is only possible through playing from a collective score that inspires free musical expression and interacting with one another.  The musicians are playing without obstacles or conflict creating a sense of harmony and free style that benefits the greater good of the whole.  There is a sense of self-actualization through a loss of self in the song. The achievement in this case, the song, acts as an internal and interactive transformation between the musicians and the audience.

Jazz Portrait of Thelonious Monk

Monk had a unique improvisational style and made numerous contributions to the standard jazz repertoire, including “Epistrophy“, “‘Round Midnight“, “Blue Monk”, “Straight, No Chaser” and “Well, You Needn’t“. Monk is the second-most recorded jazz composer wrote about 70. His compositions and improvisations are full of dissonant harmonies and angular melodic twists, and are consistent with Monk’s unorthodox approach to the piano, which combined a highly percussive attack with abrupt, dramatic use of silences and hesitations. Since this was not a style universally appreciated poet and jazz critic Philip Larkin dismissed Monk as ‘the elephant on the keyboard’. Monk’s manner was idiosyncratic. Visually, he was renowned for his distinctive style in suits, hats and sunglasses. At times, Monk while the other musicians in the band continued playing, would stop, stand up from the keyboard and dance for a few moments before returning to the piano. Notably, Monk was one of five jazz musicians to have been featured on the cover of Time.

David Thomson from the Los Angeles Times proclaimed Geoff Dyer. who wrote “But Beautiful:  A Book About JazzMay be the best book ever written about jazz”,  wrote a passage on Monk that I must say gave me a little insight into what it was like living with my father and living in the jazz world.  But like jazz, it speaks more about the man as an individual, their idiosyncrasies, their uniqueness.  Here is an excerpt from his book that gives a good example of Monk.  Mr. Dyer wrote:

“He kept all his music very close to him, didn’t like other people seeing it, he kept everything close to him.  When he went out he liked to be wrapped up in a coat—winter was his time—and he preferred not to stray too far.  At the studio he’d have his music in a little book, reluctant to let other people see it….”

Here is a video of Monk performing “Epistrophy” so you can get a feel for his portrait.

This is one example of jazz as metaphor and the meaning of the ‘good life’ where the privilege of a lifetime is indeed to be who you are. How about you!  What shade is your life? How do you express yourself?  As always, I promise to give more…Peace & Love Out!  JBC 8-) & >3

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Yin and Yang (or, How We Resonate)

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For Free Write Friday, Here is a beautiful way of expressing Jazz in terms of conversation with each other and living in  a harmonious world! Beautifully written by Rachel Mankowitz Freshly Pressed…Peace Out! 8-) & <3

 

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Some people resonate with each other, not because they are objectively the same but because they complement each other in interesting ways. We often talk about yin and yang, where two people create a whole circle, but I tend to think more of melody and harmony. It’s not a circle with no holes, it’s a song that resonates and echoes.

Cricket and Butterfly are not a perfect match. First of all, they look too much alike. They have the same color hair, both white with apricot markings in mostly the same places. And they both bark, at different pitches, but not in a harmony of beautiful sound; they are not a choir, they are a cacophony of noise. They are not the same height, but also not opposites, like big and small or fat and skinny. They are just small and smaller. They don’t fill all of the possible…

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The Sound I felt ~ 3 EZ PZ Listening Tips for Self Discovery featuring Peter Bernstein – Dual Nature with a Sneak Peek at “Jazz on the Brain”

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“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.”  ~ e.e. cummings

It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul.  I believe that listening in the portal to who you truly are.  Here are a few tips to connect with what lies deep within to reveal who you are.  It gives us a sense of joy and exhilaration as well as a sense of peace.  Listening is oftentimes referred to as hearing.  But hearing is just recognizing sound waves, listening is hearing with intent.  Paying attention to the words, the emotions, the message and most of all the meaning it gives to you.  Here are a few key elements to consider when listening…

Anime Ariel Adult Listening

Anime Ariel Adult Listening

No Judgment Please…

Are you sure the news you listened to on the TV is exactly what was actually being said?   How much information was diluted or distorted or filtered by your own experience?

In order to listen experientially with an open mind  you have a mindfulness meditative focus on what is actually being said ~ to be in that moment completely.   We must tune out interpretative listening because it stains and distorts  our understanding of the true meaning of the message. It is when as Michael Singer refers to “our roommate” in our brain is distracting and alluding us from listening to what is being said now.   This will allow us to be totally present and will lead to a deeper communication through all of our sensibilities.

Keeping culturally attuned diversity in mind…

Diverse cultural communication may create barriers to communication but the beauty of jazz or music can transcend and overcome that barrier with a visceral knowledge and we develop a respect for all differences that reside in the “Soul” of  our universe.

Listen to what is not being said… the breaths  or space between the notes or words…

The art of listening intently or deliberately allows us to become  awakened to verbal and non-verbal cues, inflections, emphasis, and our joy and sorrow. It becomes a  part of the intuitive learning through observing and responding to is not being said and the physicality of the body language between yourself and others.

Jazz provides a cultivating spiritual perspective which embraces all of life and death that can transform our compassion and wellbeing of those who are suffering.  It has taught me to appreciate the real person inside of each of us and is the essence of  the true human being that is always present that has been distorted by physical and emotional states that may cloud our ability to know what is really going on.

Let’s take a look at Jazz on the Brain to learn about brain waves and music on the brain Have a wonderful weekend!  Peace and Love out!  JBC 8-) & <3

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The Sound I felt ~ A Terror is More Certain . . .by Bob Kaufman featuring Gil Fuller & Monterey Jazz Festival – Angel City Blues – Feat. Dizzy Gillespie

Forty years ago today, large sections of South Los Angeles went up in flames. The violence and looting came to be known as the Watts riots. The chaos was a precursor to the urban unrest other cities would soon experience. In a few moments, we’ll hear from a man who continues to activism that sprang from the 1965 riots, but, first, some history. ~ Adolfo Guzman Lopez, Reporter for KPCC

It has been fifty years when the first time I felt terror in August of 1965 when the Watts riots broke out and the Tsunami of hate, violence, fear which through the veil of animosity lay the remains of life.  The 19” television in our family room seemed to have drowned out the music and replaced it with noise.  Bob Kaufman’s A Terror is More Certain… and Angel City Blues acoustically recounts the story, beginning light and deliberate to an absolute terror filled frenzy of destruction and loss.  What do you feel and hear?  Peace & Out!  JBC 8-) & <3

A Terror is More Certain . . .

By Bob Kaufman

A terror is more certain than all the rare desirable popular songs I
know, than even now when all of my myths have become . . . , & walk
around in black shiny galoshes & carry dirty laundry to & fro, & read
great books & don’t know criminals intimately, & publish fat books of
the month & have wifeys that are lousy in bed & never realize how
bad my writing is because i am poor & symbolize myself.

A certain desirable is more terror to me than all that’s rare. How
come they don’t give an academic award to all the movie stars that
die? they’re still acting, ain’t they? even if they are dead, it should
not be held against them, after all they still have the public on their
side, how would you like to be a dead movie star & have people sit-
ting on your grave?

A rare me is more certain than desirable, that’s all the terror, there
are too many basketball players in this world & too much progress
in the burial industry, lets have old fashioned funerals & stand
around & forgive & borrow wet handkerchiefs, & sneak out for
drinks & help load the guy into the wagon, & feel sad & make a
date with the widow & believe we don’t see all of the people sink-
ing into the subways going to basketball games & designing baby
sitters at Madison Square Garden.

A certain me is desirable, what is so rare as air in a Poem, why can’t
i write a foreign movie like all the other boys my age, I confess to all
the crimes committed during the month of April, but not to save
my own neck, which is adjustable, & telescopes into any size noose,
I’m doing it to save Gertrude Stein’s reputation, who is secretly
flying model airplanes for the underground railroad stern gang of
oz, & is the favorite in all the bouts . . . not officially opened yet
Holland tunnel is the one who writes untrue phone numbers.

A desirable poem is more rare than rare, & terror is certain, who
wants to be a poet & work a twenty four hour shift, they never ask
you first, who wants to listen to the radiator play string quartets all
night. I want to be allowed not to be, suppose a man wants to
swing on the kiddie swings, should people be allowed to stab him
with queer looks & drag him off to bed & its no fun on top of a
lady when her hair is full of shiny little machines & your a**
reflected in that television screen, who wants to be a poet if you
f**k on t.v. & all those cowboys watching.

Bob Kaufman, “A Terror is More Certain . . .” from Cranial Guitar. Copyright © 1996 by Eileen Kaufman. Reprinted by permission of Coffee House Press. http://www.coffeehousepress.org

Source: Cranial Guitar (Coffee House Press, 1996)

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A Taste of Jazz ~ The Mack Vegan Ratatouille featuring The Jazz In Paris Project – Tu Es

Moïse Kisling, Pâquerette, Picasso and behind them Marie Vassilieff at the café La Rotonde, August 1916

Moïse Kisling, Pâquerette, Picasso and behind them Marie Vassilieff at the café La Rotonde, August 1916

Hey JazzFoodie Fans, I just finished a fabulous read entitled, Harlem in Montmartre by William Shack.  Shack gives a fascinating look at this extraordinary cultural moment when African American musicians left the discrimination and racism they experienced in American culture to pursue a life and their art in bohemian Europe.  This was a dynamic community of African American jazz musicians and artists who were free to create a vibrant musical scene introducing jazz to the French. The Harlem Renaissance was thriving across the Atlantic however the entertainers in Montmartre became the epicenter of the Parisian scene.  It made a fascinating contribution to jazz culture that thrived for two decades until the occupation of the city by German troops on June 18, 1940.   Shack features and highlights some of the principal players that shaped the jazz scene in Montmartre folks like Josephine Baker, Sidney Bechet, and Bricktop. Shack, an anthropologist took a closer look at the musicians’ experiences, the settings in which they performed, and the response of French audiences.

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 “Jazz is like a banana—it has to be consumed on the spot,”  ~ Sartre

With that theme in mind, I absolutely love this recipe of Ratatouille and the video is a fun way to present it along with the recipe.  Peace & Love Out!  JBC Bon Appétit!

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 Piperade Sauce:

1 Onion chopped

2 carrots chopped

2 stalks of celery chopped

1 Tbs. butter and olive oil

1 Tbs. garlic minced

1 ea. yellow, red Fabiano peppers seeded and veins removed and chopped

2 chili peppers chopped

20 oz. can of crushed tomatoes

1 Tsp. Italian seasoning (if want totally French way Herbs de Provence)

6 leaves of fresh Basil

Salt and Pepper to taste

Sliced vegetables for Topping:

2 Yellow squash

2  zucchini

Japanese eggplant

6 Roma tomatoes

I use a Mandolin to ensure that all of the veggies are evenly sliced (1/16”) with the exception of the Roma tomatoes I slice them with a serrated knife.

Seasoning Oil

2-4 Tbs. Olive Oil with thyme leaves, crushed garlic (1 tbs.) and salt and pepper

Drizzle on top as seen in the video

 

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The Sound I Felt ~ A Jazz Contemplation on Selma50 featuring Max Roach and Abbey Lincoln – “Freedom Day”

“Jazz speaks for life,” King said. “The blues tell the story of life’s difficulties — and, if you think for a moment, you realize that they take the hardest realities of life and put them into music, only to come out with some new hope or sense of triumph. This is triumphant music.”

U Can't Turn This Around

U Can’t Turn This Around

Jazz reflects American pop music style and it’s Culture that radiates throughout the world. Jazz culture has dropped into every aspect of our lives.  It represents more than its origin, it represents a sense of freedom in choice and style that touches all of our sensibilities and humanness.  In recognition of Selma50 and Civil and Human Rights, consider this have you ever had someone say something so hurtful and untrue or given you a look of disgust or hatred because of who you are that you wanted to throw?  I was five years old when my father moved our family from our loft apartment on Riverside Drive with a doorman on the Upper West Side of New York City to an eleven room palacious home in the Wilshire District of Los Angeles.  It was a culture shock to say the least, however, I didn’t know the first thing about race or colorism or Light Girls.  The folks that came all dressed to the nines, women wearing in their casual chic jeans and bejeweled tops to sleek classic cuts and make up like pancake and red lips; and the men in their cool slacks and turtleneck sweaters looked crisp and clean on the buzzing streets of New York City.  Los Angeles was spread out and the clothes although had the same style imparted a Western laid back flare of Miles’ Cool jazz and sultry garden parties and barbeques.

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Facing Freedom-politics-heroines-of-civil-rights-movement-Joann-Gibson-Robinson-vivian-malone-jones-Ella-Baker

My consciousness raising came about in all places elementary school.  Where I was approached and asked: Where I lived?  What my parents did? And oh yeah, the big one What are you?  I had light brown hair with a lot of blonde highlights and my complexion was what was called “Olive”.  I always thought olives were green or black.  You see, when I would go with my father to rehearsals and recording sessions it was like the United Nations.  In the jazz world everyone was welcome.  But then the rumblings began.  Starting off as slight rumbling and the question turned into a loud roar.  Skin color symbolized who and what you were.  Interracial slurs were swirling about.  The air became suffocating.  Now when I look at today and remember back then, only the words have changed…for the worse.  Racism, Women’s issues, Gender Issues, there is always some kind of issue.  Bottom line I want to change the channel.  The cultural insecurities and identities have been called into question and are returning back to the cultural rage that haunted us back then.  We need to Feung Shui the cultural situation and seek a consciousness of We Are Who We Are.  God and the Universe made us that way.  No more trying to bleach or excise what we cannot change.  It is time to look back and learn from our past mistakes and stop reinventing issues that tear us and our lives apart.

Folks that were regular faces in our living room in Los Angeles were Ossie Davis and Ruby Dee, Harry Belafonte, Lonetta McKee, Denise Nicholas and her father was a close friend of my father, Lena Horne, Dizzy Gillespie, James Moody, but one of our most frequent guests were Abby Lincoln and Max Roach you couln’t have a better cast of characters.  I selected Max Roach – Freedom Day because this brings back such fond memories of getting to know them as extraordinary common folks who love to laugh, and enjoy life irrespective of what was going on in the streets and the marches.  They embodied what freedom meant and for a mixed little girl like me it made it even harder to go to school and keep that momentum going because of what was going on in the hearts and minds of those that feared our gathering to enjoy each other’s company was a threat to American Life.  What do you hear?  What sounds do you feel?  Peace & Love Out!  JBC 8-) & <3

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Inside the Improv Practice ~ RiffShot ~ 5 EZ PZ Ways to Trust Yourself in Times of Trouble featuring Gil Fuller & Monterey Jazz Festival – Things Are Here – Feat. Dizzy Gillespie

Iridium Jazz Club Courtesy of Elements of Jazz dot com

Iridium Jazz Club Courtesy of Elements of Jazz dot com

Trust yourself. Create the kind of self that you will be happy to live with all your life. Make the most of yourself by fanning the tiny, inner sparks of possibility into flames of achievement. ~ Golda Meir

I have been feeling out of sorts and part of the reason is that I have taken my trust in myself and the writing process for granted. I know that it has been my lifetime dream to write, however, I must remind myself that the Writing Life ain’t all flowers and candy.  I noticed that I began to feel down, like the feeling one gets after being at a live jazz performance and you are on the way home and the excitement begins to evaporate into a memory. Creating and finishing different parts of my projects has become a crazy ride. It is exciting and intense at times. However, the one thing that I have learned from those sessions, like rehearsal and recording sessions, it is possible to experience both sides of creating and finishing within the same moment.  There has to be a rest stop that will allow you to savor and to commit it to memory.  But once done, an insidious feeling has a tendency to take me into a “junkie-addicted high” which is not the true feeling of that moment.  That kind of high is judgmental and euphoric which hey who doesn’t want to feel “high”.  But the type of feeling I am talking about is a sense of accomplishment a sense of really understanding and embracing the process.  The key is it can be replicated without any pharmaceutical or mystical inducements.  I was lucky to have that experience when I was eleven years old at the rehearsal of Things Are Here and watching and experiencing both my father, the musicians and Dizzy.  The snap below is the actual recording session that I attended in 1965 when they were rehearsing and recording this song.

MJFO rehearsal 1965

It is important to give yourself time to meditate and marinate in the emotions and experiences that are running through me in that moment.  When I thought that I should not feel that way or my friends would talk about wandering to the dark side and they would begin to have doubts and question their abilities it felt strange, uncomfortable, and alienating.  I would feel that way about folks that would hurl disgusted and discriminatory looks at me for being different.  The 60’s was no joke when it came to being able to cut those thoughts with a knife.  The whole experience can be quite exhausting.

Confidence is not to be confused with arrogance, although when taken overboard it can come across that way.  Instead, think of confidence as the juice to jazz your thinking, feeling, and doing in more powerful ways.  Rather than second guess yourself every step of the way, or chopping yourself down to size … put a cork in your fear, while uncorking your possibilities. ~ J.D. Meier, Author Getting Results the Agile Way  

After any expenditure of energy, there is always a lull or a low point. Lulls can drain your creative inflow and deplete your energy if you choose to. When I feel a lull about to drop into the scene, I get up and either sit and meditate, or I take a break and go for a walk or maybe brew some tea or look at a magazine and sometimes I will go to the easel and start painting whatever comes to mind.  If I could still play, I would pick up my guitar.  You know what will reinforce your sense of well being.  Make the most of it.

 

Through improvisation, jazz teaches you about yourself. And through swing, it teaches you that other people are individuals too. It teaches you how to coordinate with them. ~ Wynton Marsalis 

This is when building my improv practice is so important.  My father told me when I was ten years old that I was too sensitive.  I thought that there was something wrong with me. I felt powerless, and that was when my childhood friends chimed in and introduced me about having dark thoughts and loosing trust and faith in myself had tried to take residence.  But I was simple-minded and an eternal optimist.  It never stuck with me, I even tried to find out what suffering meant when Carly Simon sang it, and what it meant to be All By MYSELF damn that hurt.

Self doubt has a way of getting under a person’s skin. For me when those thoughts presented themselves I would break out into hives and the discomfort of it caused me to find ways to CENTER myself and BREATHE.  It was not an easy process.  I can remember being up all night and beginning to worry that my father would find out.

So let’s skip all the “Let’s get down on ourselves, blah blah blah”.  The secret to building an Improv Practice is to begin by Trusting yourself. 

  1. Setting the Rhythm

If  negative thoughts are filling your mind that are stemming from past experiences or comments from others, staying present and taking deep breaths is key to being able to reset yourself and set up a new rhythm to focus on the positive.  Play your favorite song and dance.  Mindfulness meditating may help. I love walking meditations out in nature where I pay attention to the water, the flowers and the details and the rhythm of my surroundings.

  1. Create your Melodic improv

If you find that voices of what Singer from Untethered Soul refers to as Roommate in your head or from a super critical friend or parent that are becoming way too loud now it is time to pump up the volume with either drown them out with your own Victory song or favorite chants or mantras.

  1. Take 5 for a Rhythmic Rest

If you are feeling overwhelmed take 5 and step away from what you are working on and change the pace by thinking of something that you are very good at or a creative visualization.  Do something with your hands, draw, knit, crochet, a game on your phone, whatever changes the pace.

  1. Creating Your Melodic Invention

It’s play time.  It is important to eat and stay hydrated, get plenty of rest and get some exercise.  It is important to come up with a wellness routine and to keep a positive environment and attitude.  I like to remind myself that I have a roof, plenty of food and everything I need.  I like to keep a gratitude journal that I like to put my favorite recipes, poems, things I like and pictures that just make me feel good.

  1. Develop your personality and self expression.

Improv is important to strengthen you from the inside out.  You can also reach out and help others by encouraging and supporting them in their dreams or just to lend an ear.  Since my folks have passed on, I have not been very successful with finding folks that appreciate kindness and who mistake it is a weakness or an opportunity to express their opinions and discontentment with their own life.  I have also realized that it really depends on the relationship that you develop with yourself with respect to trust.  If you cannot rely and count on the positive things in your life like, God, the Universe, Life, i.e., then you have not experienced and balanced the good and the bad aspects of every situation in your life.  We cannot be constantly in love without experiencing the pain of being hurt.  This is another reason I am moving back to San Francisco.  Times are hard now and being comfortable with yourself will help you through these times.

It is important to not dwell on any negative subject to long.  Keeping a positive attitude may sound daunting and sometimes some folks need a lot of convincing.  I can remember speaking with someone who was considerably younger than I am and they looked at me like I was crazy when I asked them what makes them happy.  I told them that being able to come up with an answer on the spot has always been rather difficult because I had to really think about it. It comes from developing an inner trust that shows up when we need it the most.  Friends and family can disappoint because we must realize that although we are all on this journey together, we are experiencing events based on our own stories.   When I learned to separate people pleasing answers from answers from my heart the answer was neither right nor wrong.  Building an Improv Practice has been a lot of fun and but the great thing is it can be easily changed to suit the circumstance and the individual that is involved in that moment.  Peace and Love Out!  JBC  8-) & <3.

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The Sound I felt ~ Jazz Ain’t Nothin’ but A “4” letter Word featuring Jazz Explorers ~ “Village Of Origin”

The Original Creole Orchestra 1912

The Original Creole Orchestra 1912

“If the truth was really known about the origins of Jazz, it would certainly never be mentioned in polite society.” ~ Clay Smith a trombonist wrote in Etude (September, 1924)

The word and concept of ‘Jazz‘ probably comes from a Creole or perhaps African origin, but exact connections have never been proven. According to A Passion for Jazz   Jazz aka JAS,  JASS,  JAZ,  JASCZ  or just plain JAZZ has been villainized, amoralized, dehumanized, sexualized was considered to come from an extremely low origin, that referred to copulation before it was ever associated to the Arts, i.e.,  music, dancing, and nonsense phrases like “all that Jazz”.  “The vulgar word was in general currency in dance halls thirty years or more ago” (Clay Smith, Etude 9/24). “According to Raven I. McDavid Sr. of Greenville, S.C., the 1919 announcement of the first ‘Jazz band’ to play in Columbia, where he was then serving in the state legislature, inspired feelings of terror among the local Baptists such as what might have been aroused by a personal appearance of Yahweh. Until that time ‘Jazz’ had never been heard in the Palmetto States except as a verb meaning to copulate” (H. L. Mencken, The American Language Raven I. McDavid Jr. 1963). “She never stepped out of line once in all the years we been teamed up. I can’t sell her on jazzing the chump now” (William Lindsay Gresham, Nightmare Alley 1946).”

William Lindsay Gresham, Nightmare Alley 1946

William Lindsay Gresham, Nightmare Alley 1946

Jazz has contributed the uniqueness and quirkiness of self-expression and style.  In the sixties when I was a teenager, jazz became my refuge, because it was trés cool to be different, odd, imaginative and well just plain different.  Back then, being unusual and finding creative ways to solve problems was called “being resourceful”.  Today, it is the art of improvisation.

 Monk’s Epistrophy became my mantra my manifesto when fighting the war to be hip and finding solace in the counterculture that I could easily blend in with.  I didn’t have imaginary friends, I had imaginary scenarios.  There was no way I could do the “Hippie” thing although I did defect and do the vegetarian-vegan thing until it began to interfere with going to rehearsals and live recording gigs with my father.  Let’s get a closer look at one of the jazz legends I used as a model of modern living and a fortress against all the civil rights carnage and bloodshed that was staining the streets of Los Angeles.

 Monk had a unique improvisational style and made numerous contributions to the standard jazz repertoire, including “Epistrophy“, “‘Round Midnight“, “Blue Monk”, “Straight, No Chaser” and “Well, You Needn’t“. Monk is the second-most recorded jazz composer wrote about 70. His compositions and improvisations are full of dissonant harmonies and angular melodic twists, and are consistent with Monk’s unorthodox approach to the piano, which combined a highly percussive attack with abrupt, dramatic use of silences and hesitations. Since this was not a style universally appreciated poet and jazz critic Philip Larkin dismissed Monk as ‘the elephant on the keyboard’. Monk’s manner was idiosyncratic. Visually, he was renowned for his distinctive style in suits, hats and sunglasses. He was also noted for the fact that at times, while the other musicians in the band continued playing, he would stop, stand up from the keyboard and dance for a few moments before returning to the piano. He is one of five jazz musicians to have been featured on the cover of Time.

Jazz introduced a distinctive musical expression into American culture at the turn of the 20th Century.  The presence of jazz became expansive, universal, and prolific. It became the most influential approach to music for all time.  Jazz blends diverse contexts by capturing sounds and rhythms transforming them into spontaneous and synchronistic styles that infuse harmonic manipulations and maelstrom rhythms that are featured in solo and group performances.  Jazz is an acoustic metaphor of life’s challenges or riffs.  Our emotions  love, fear, anger, sorrow and joy create a canvas upon which we live.  Life’s challenges (riffs) are:  abandonment, arrogance, inferiority, rejection and shame.  Personal transformation allows us to overcome these riffs.  Jazz is a way of dealing with life’s challenges especially through featured solo performances.  The formula for a good life is harmony; being able to maintain and live truthfully; showing up and sharing a sense of well-being and interconnectedness with others.

 Finally having faith and trusting that these riffs are merely a part of living.  For me the biggest riff has always been abandonment beginning when I was just a little chick.  It filled the spectrum of being alone, judged and dependent upon everything and one outside of me.  Jazz taught me what being in the world and not of it truly means.  Joseph Campbell wrote: “The privilege of a lifetime is to be who you are”.  Growing up in a jazz filled environment enabled me to see life from a different perspective.  I initially saw and felt it when dad was composing and arranging songs.  I also witnessed it at rehearsals and live performances on stage.  I discovered that I experienced it when I am reading and writing prose and making collages.  I had to keep it as a secret because the fear that dad would abandon me became overwhelming.  It took many years for me to develop the courage to be me.

So now let’s take a closer look at jazz as an acoustic metaphor of life.  The jazz ensemble/orchestra is an acoustic canvas of what I would describe as the ‘good life’. The difference between an ensemble and a classical symphony orchestra is that jazz ensemble/orchestras feature a solo performance that imparts their own style of imagination and creativity and still maintains the harmonic integrity and rhythm of the original melody.   Through receptive sensitivity the soloist features their self-expressive performances to the audience. The complex harmony is only possible through playing from a collective score that inspires free musical expression and interacting with one another.  The musicians are playing without obstacles or conflict creating a sense of harmony and free style that benefits the greater good of all.  There is a sense of self-actualization through a loss of self in the song. The achievement in this case, the song, acts as an internal and interactive transformation between the musicians and the audience. That’s jazz as metaphor and the meaning of the ‘good life’ where the privilege of a lifetime is indeed to be who you are. How about you!  What shade is your life? How do you express yourself?  Peace & Love Out! JBC 8-) & <3

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A Taste of Jazz ~ EZ PZ Shrimp Étouffée featuring Willie Nelson – “Bright Lights Big City”

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Shrimp-Etouffee-Juniper Berries image courtesy of drterrywillard,com

Hey JazzFoodies, Mardi Gras is just around the corner!  Creole Cuisine is a contemporary genre of food that was basted in century old, traditional, authentic New Orleans cuisine favorites.  Shrimp Étouffée  is a dish prepared with the Creole traditional, ancestral counterparts that are rich in flavor, history and culture!  This family recipe is simple and filled with a passion for the Creole culture and its cuisine with a keen interest in preserving that culture and its rich culinary history; combined with a commitment to the tradition of the culture’s culinary excellence that is reflected in this recipe that is unsurpassed and gratifying to even the most discriminating palettes!

I selected “Bright Lights Big City” to let you get an acoustic taste of how jazz has and will always be a cross genre sound that is a part of the American Cultural experience.  This recipe is a favorite at Mardi Gras especially Fat Tuesday.  however, in my family it is just a good and savory favorite recipe best served any time you feel like it!  A favorite for summertime dining and family gatherings.  Of course it would be complete with spirits to your liking and you guessed it Jazz.  Wynton Marsalis, Coltrane, Miles, Freddie, Dizzy or Monk will really set the place on fire.  Or for a little romance how about Ella or Sarah, Cleo Lane Shirley Horn, whatever suits your fancy.  Enjoy!  Bon Appétite!  Peace & Love Out!  JBC 8-) & <3

Shrimp Étouffée

2 Tbsp Creole Seasoning (my fav is Morton & Bassett)

4 Tbsp Unsalted Butter

1/2 Cup Onion, Finely Chopped

1/4 Cup Celery, Finely Chopped

1/4 Cup Bell Pepper, Finely Chopped

1/4 Cup Flour

3/4 Cup fresh Tomatoes, diced

1 1/2 Cups Shrimp Stock*  Recipe below #1)

4 Tbsp Minced Garlic

I bundle of Fresh Thyme

2 tsp Homemade Worcestershire Sauce

1 tsp Hot Sauce (my favs are Franks or Louisiana Gold)

1/2 Cup Green Onions, thinly sliced

3 Tbsp minced Fresh Cilantro

2 lb Jumbo Shrimp (Raw peeled and cleaned or deveined save the shells for the stock*)

3 Tbsp Unsalted Butter

Sea Salt & Ground Black Pepper to your taste

4 cups Boiled Rice

Let’s start with the Shrimp stock

Take the shells and tails that you removed from shrimp (set aside the cleaned shrimp with 1 tbsp Creole spice)

1/2 Cup chopped white onion

1/4 Cup chopped celery

4 Garlic Cloves

sliced whole lemon

2 Fresh Bay Leaves

5 Sprigs Fresh Thyme

1 tsp. Black Peppercorns

Add all ingredients to a 2 qt. saucepan. Cover this with 6 c. cold water. Bring almost to a boil, reduce the heat to a low simmer. Simmer for about 45 minutes to an hour. Strain.  Reserve for recipe below and store the rest in fridge or you can freeze it for future recipes.

Now we are ready for the Étouffée:

 Melt the butter in a large cast iron skillet, add the onions, garlic, bell pepper, and celery and thyme, sauté until translucent. Whisk in the flour to make the roux, stirring constantly, about 3-5 minutes. Add the remaining Creole Seasoning. Add a little amount of the shrimp stock, stir well to a paste consistency, then slowly add the remaining stock 1 ½ c whisking constantly. Bring to a boil, reduce to a simmer. Adjust adding stock to make it to the consistency of a gravy.

Add the tomatoes, Worcestershire, and hot sauce, a pinch of salt, black pepper, and Cayenne. Simmer for 20-30 minutes.

Add the shrimp and cilantro simmer until the shrimp are cooked through. Stir in the 3 pats of butter, and adjust the seasonings to your taste.

 Serve over boiled white long grain rice and garnish with chopped scallions (green onions).  Bon appétit…Peace Out!

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The Sound I felt ~ The Big Riff ~ Facing Reality and Bringing Who You Really Are to Life featuring Herbie Hancock’s – Maiden Voyage

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“Before, things had to look a certain way for me. In order to experience joy, I had to win: I had to be the best at what I did. If not, there was no joy. Now, that has changed, and you know what left with that? The suffering. That doesn’t mean that I no longer have goals or projects: it just means that my fulfillment no longer depends on their outcome. Now, I put all of my passion into creating and exploring my pursuits, but if something doesn’t turn out as planned, I no longer suffer.” Isha Judd

Wait a minute…that was me for most of my life! Folks would probably describe me as a late bloomer.  I hated that term.  Living in a world where fourteen year olds are winning The Voice or Master Chef Junior I felt as though I had been wasting my life.  So, I had to step back and breathe and take a good look at what was really going on.  I grew up in the 60s, yes, that means I am at the age that when I was fourteen was ancient!  Ah Oh.  But I had to gently remind myself that it is the journey that matters, not the destination…. When I was growing up it was a time in America where everything and anything was being challenged, civil rights, women’s rights, cultural transformation from the 50’s and the Depression Era, technology was in its infancy, so I spent most of my time doing things with my father and hanging in the Jazz world.  It was a departure from the racial tension and discomfort of the times.  The Hippies were the counterculture that questioned life and departed from the ideals that prevailed in their parents’ generation.  So, all things considered, had I not gone through what I did, I would not be who I am today.

Movies of the 60s

Today, putting all of my passion into creating and bringing my pursuits into the light is something that I have to do on a moment to moment basis. Originally my spinney senses believed that it was going to be hard and tedious. I have been mindlessly following my ego around and as a result abandoned all hopes of realizing and actualizing my true creative and imaginative self. The self-criticism and being hard on myself made my life miserable and quite frustrating. I believe that I am a Jazz literary artist and my instruments are words, Improvisation, compassion, and imagination.   Mindfulness  meditation is a way to clear my path to self expression ~ the greatest form of improvisation,  Now I focus on “being” rather than “having”. Living in this moment to its fullest extent instead of a mere object of my desire,. Everything becomes so clear and stands on its own. Desires are my dreams. I realize that what makes it so mysteriously majestic is that I can remain detached from  the dream and at the same time attached to feeling and sensations that reside in that moment. In order for improvisation to truly happen, I must to be engaged, and letting go of any attachment of how things “should” look or “be”. This is what brings me so much joy. In this moment I am transformed into this incredible energy of joy because I realize that improvisation is the ultimate art of self-expression. That is my rainbow within, Joy in its purest sense. Letting go and letting the Divine set me free.  How about you?  Where do you find your energy and passion from within?  Peace  & Love Out!  JBC 8-) & <3

Have a look at Improvisation: The Ultimate Art of Self-ExpressionPaul Horn at MUM

The foundation of MUM’s Creative Musical Arts program is the profound connection between music, consciousness, and creativity. This provides a holistic, innovative approach to musicianship that allows each student to develop his/her unique artistic voice.@ http://www.mum.edu/music

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The Sound I felt ~ Improvisation on a Jazz Literary Canvas ~ Apology Of Genius by Mina Loy Featuring David Sanborn – Tin Tin Deo

Courtesy of by Federico Bebber - Emotion

Courtesy of by Federico Bebber – Emotion

Jazz music should be inclusive. Smooth jazz to me rules out a certain kind of drama and a certain tension that I think all music needs. Especially jazz music, since improvising is one of the cornerstones of what jazz is. And when you smooth it out, you take all the drama out of it.  ~ David Sanborn

According to Wordsworth poetry is a matter of mood and inspiration. Poetry evokes feelings from the poet. The source of poetry is the feeling garnered from the heart.  It is not the ideas of the intellect. A poet cannot write under pressure. To wit poetry flows out of the heart in a natural and confluent manner. Deep emotion is the basic condition and element of poetry; powerful feelings and emotions are fundamental for a flow of rhythm, spontaneity and utterances from the soul.

Mina Loy born in England worked as a poet and visual artist in ParisFlorence, and New York City, where her beauty and outlandish behavior demonstrated at the center of several avant-garde circles. The eccentric vocabulary and syntax of Loy’s free-verse poems and their sardonic treatment of love can puzzle and offend, but no reader can question the work’s originality nor the poet’s fierce intelligence.  In the top of the 20th Century when Jazz was born as a new American cultural art form Mina repleat with swagger, style, panache challenging the upper crust society in America and dropping and become part of the scene in New York City.  Peace  & Love Out!  JBC 8-) & <3

Mina Loy Artist Courtesy of AskArt_dot_com

Mina Loy Artist Courtesy of AskArt_dot_com

Apology Of Genius

by Mina Loy

 

Ostracized as we are with God
The watchers of the civilized wastes
reverse their signals on our track

Lepers of the moon
all magically diseased
we come among you
innocent
of our luminous sores

unknowing
how perturbing lights
our spirit
on the passion of Man
until you turn on us your smooth fools’ faces
like buttocks bared in aboriginal mockeries

We are the sacerdotal clowns
who feed upon the wind and stars
and pulverous pastures of poverty

Our wills are formed
by curious disciplines
beyond your laws

You may give birth to us
or marry us
the chances of your flesh
are not our destiny —

The cuirass of the soul
still shines —
And we are unaware
if you confuse
such brief
corrosion with possession

In the raw caverns of the Increate
we forge the dusk of Chaos
to that imperious jewellery of the Universe
— the Beautiful —

While to your eyes
A delicate crop
of criminal mystic immortelles
stands to the censor’s scythe

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A Taste of Jazz ~ EZ PZ Creole Steampot featuring Keiko Matsui – Crescent Night Dream

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Hey JazzFoodies, speaking about improvisation and  variety being the spice of life…One thing I learned when I was young is that Jazz has always set the timbre of my life.  The tempo may change, the phrasing may repeat, but with music as your muse, you will always as Ralph Ellison coined it…live with music or die with noise.  I hope you dig the variety I selected today…A family fav and  poetry.

Creole Steampot

In the Mix:

 Large Shrimp de-headed, but with shells on

Old Bay Seasoning

Tony Chacheres Original Creole Seasoning (my fav is Morton and Bassett)

2 tbs. black pepper corns

2 large heads of garlic remove skin, discolored pieces and stems (or you could use 2 pkg. peeled garlic)

2 Clusters of Dungeness Crab (approx. 1 lb)
6 Large Shrimp de-headed, but with shells on
1 pkg. Andouille sausage links (chicken is my favorite) sliced on an angle
2 Fresh Corn on the Cob (or you could use cut corn on cob in 3” to 4” pieces)
5-10  little red potatoes with

Two Halves make a whole:
For Garlic Boil:  Place garlic and black peppercorns with about 2” water the stock pot (with steamer basket separated).  Bring temperature to high then lower heat to maintain a simmer for minimum of 30 minutes.  Boil red potatoes until tender about  20 minutes before  adding the steampot.  Put corn in garlic boil approximately 6 minutes.

Crab Legs: *Note:  While garlic boil is simmering,,  rinse and rest crab and shrimp with sprinkled sea salt.  Also, saute sausage until have a slight carmelized chard.

When the boil is completed, remove the potatoes and corn and place into steamer basket. with crab legs, shrimp, sausage and place basket over the garlic bath  (add more water if necessary) and heat  and 6 -10 minutes.  In a big mixing bowl add Old Bay seasoning, Creole seasoning and melted butter using a rubber spatula mix to incorporate well. Remove crab from garlic bath and add to the mixture add to mixing bowl. Toss bowl with ingredients or mix with a rubber spatula.  Transfer mixture onto a platter and serve immediately. Add more seasoning to taste.  Bon Appétit!  Now that’s Jazz..  Peace & Love Out!  JBC 8-) & <3

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The Sound I felt ~ “Timbre in the Key of Life” by Jannát Marie Featuring an Acoustic Style Lesson Susan Anders – Lullaby Of Birdland Style Work: Texture & Timbre Changes

Classical Net ~ Books About Music Courtesy of classical_dot_net

Classical Net ~ Books About Music Courtesy of classical_dot_net

Listening is the most luminous, challenging and contemplative form of art….Mark Nepo

The secret to living musically is to focus our ability to identify or discern the timbre of a voice, a guitar, noise even the sounds of daily life.  It is the same as the style of clothing that you choose to wear.  Do not be concerned with being fashionable, ‘cuz’ we are searching for the truth in our hearts and experiencing our intuitive self-expression.  We are getting a deeper understanding of life, ourselves as well as of one another.  In jazz, listening is the portal to experiencing life through:  Rhythm, style, arrangement, sound, forms, arrangement and improvisation.  Listening intentionally makes the sounds of life come true.  Hearing is the foyer to listening in the parlor, where self-analysis leads to a better understanding of yourself and others.  I had a conversation the other day and it felt as though they were not listening.  I could tell from the questions they asked.  It has become commonplace and superficial in its nature.  Your voice is not heard because of the weeds that grow out of only hearing, and not engaging.  It is a symphony of cacophony.  The sounds at the end of the day left me feeling barren and alone.  I befriended my voice in my head, only to hear how sterile and contrived it had become.  It was a conspiracy of nay-Sayers that only feel the darkness of the light.  Hard hearted they come and crowd my voice from my soul.  It is only temporary and can turn on me at any given moment.  Illusion personified by benign neglect.  Reading aloud in a language you cannot speak.   To have ears, that had become defended by the madness of society.  Rationalizing the sounds in an attempt to make sense of something it will never possess.  Here is a free verse poem I wrote about “Listening to the Life Within”.  Can you feel and hear within the Liminal spaces of our lives?

Timbre in the Key of Life

By Jannàt Marie

 

Life’s cadence moved clouds into shadows.

tonality and voicing askew.

Began as a thought.

Rhythm  assigned to scented beats.

A picture in a thousand chords

Reveals culture’s war

emerging over time “freeing” the heat

flavored emotional riffs.

Listening in a seasoning thyme

Tasting metaphors and memories

hot crusted timbre singing

a cry of desperation.

Feeling the sounds glorious sun

seeing the warm breeze of acoustic phrases

offering forgiveness

Hearing life’s rhythm in 4/4 time

senses filled with harmony

where counterpoint to point meet

at the synergy of knowing

equality of rights anoint supremely

dancing in the darkness’ minor riffs

becomes the conspiracy of

living your truth.

 

 

As a special treat I took a Voice Lesson to learn how to read my prose as a writer.  My father taught me how to sight sing, however, the Voice lessons of putting sound to your writing is quite different and yet similar in the sense of feeling the words through your ears.  Give a listen to Susan Anders as she schools us on the versatility and magic of creating your own style.   Peace & Love Out!  JBC 8-) & <3

 

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The Sound I felt ~ Improvisation on a Jazz Literary Canvas ~Self Imag(I)nation by Jannàt Marie featuring Charles Mingus – Self Portrait in Three Colors with Romare Bearden on Odessey…A Trip of Self Discovery on Canvas

Romare Bearden Odyssey - a trip of self discovery

Romare Bearden Odyssey – a trip of self discovery

Happy New Year!  Walden chronicles Thoreau‘s exploration of his capabilities and search for spiritual understanding. Thoreau recounts his personal journey of daily life  and the  obstacles that materialistic society places in the path of the person.  We all must discover our spiritual truth that lies at the end of the journey. Thoreau focuses on the quest and our compelling need to better understand life and humanness.   Walden reflects Thoreau’s spiritual growth,  and as with all of our lives, the progress of this growth is not linear.   It has peaks and valleys, periods of latency as well as of inspired perception.  So let’s begin our 2015 jazz journey with the first step and set this year on fire!  Blessings and may your year be full of grace, joy and enlightenment.  I wrote this poem last year around this time because, I consider every day as a blank canvas in life’s journey where there are no expectations, fear only that we breathe, have faith and always remembering to breathe…Peace and Love Out!  JBC 8-) & <3

Self Imag(I)nation

by Jannàt Marie

I don’t care how many masters exist.

I am curious to know if you have discovered

Who You truly are or

are you still trying to fit in and find yourself?

I am curious to know if you have felt misery or

can you hear it in our children?

Are you living in the world?

or are you of this world?

With its oppressive nexus to

make you conform when reflecting

through fine tuned ears,

Proclaiming THIS IS WHO I AM!

Are you improvising how to

thrive in the cultural inferno by

leaning in to the center of your dreams

Accepting to live in every present moment

remaining rooted in a universal love

fully aware you can consciously re-Create

the misguided missives

that originated in Cultural deceit.

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The Sound I felt ~ Running Riff Changes for Your Life in 2015 Featuring Lee Ritenour’s – “A New Day”

New Day - an original watercolor painting by Chidi Courtesy of modernartimages_dot_com

New Day – an original watercolor painting by Chidi Courtesy of modernartimages_dot_com

  “Art is the act of triggering deep memories of what it means to be fully human.”  ~ David Whyte

“Changes” according to A Passion For Jazz refers to the chords or progressions of a tune. ‘Playing’ or ‘running’ the changes means using suitable scales, etc., over each given chord of the tune. Determining the exact changes to use is a big part of preparing a tune for performance.  Metaphorically changes refer to the choices that we make to create and give structure to our lives.  I woke up this morning and realized that changes are the only constant in  life.  A willingness to continue running and playing with these changes affects how it feels to be fully human.  I am trying to remain calm when living and thriving beyond my Breast Cancer diagnosis and the complications that arise along the way.  Stress makes the experience torturous and quite unpleasant and disquieting.  Every day can change some good and some not so good.  I cannot afford to be afraid.  It is necessary for my daily improvisational practice to have faith that whatever comes into my life, I will breathe so that I can tap into my soul and find the rhythm for me to live, love and expand.  Breast Cancer is my third Game Changer not counting getting older!

I selected Lee Ritenour’s  A New Day because it reinforces and embraces the concept of accepting as well as the actualization of living a fully liminal life.  Give a listen.  When I listen intentionally it takes me back and reminds me of It’s a Wonderful Life this black and white classic captures the  paradox that seems contradictory but reveals  a truth.   Joy and sorrow are contradictory emotions but if you think about they both require passion (just like love & hate).  Gibran wrote “Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.  And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.  And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.”  We all live in this paradox.  We must have sorrow to allow the grace of joy and serenity.  The change is that knowing this truth opting to accept both feelings.

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Sailing boats,Large original painting,Large abstract art,Large abstract canvas – Courtesy of etsy_dot_com

I am looking forward to seeing life through a rearview mirror.  Allowing my memoir to take form gives me an immense sense of hope, faith and forgiveness.  Improvisation facilitates changes. Learning to write according to my temperament is a heady experience.  I have found what works for me in each present moment.  It gives our sensibilities to feel alive and energized. Besides hearing the song my father wrote for me endlessly playing in the back of my mind, it reminds me of hearing my father’s voice saying you are too sensitive making me feel like it is some grand defect.  Fear pierces the veil running its course distorting and translating those words to mean, you’re not good enough, you’ll never get it.  Change is life’s mainstay. Perfection, fear and change cannot occupy the same space. So, this past week I opted for change. Life has become way more fun, open and I accept the imperfections because they are part of the process. The discomfort creeps in particularly a fear of sailing into uncharted waters.  Now it serves as a gentle reminder evoking me to be creative. Letting go of disappointments and how things were, no matter how fractured things may seem, is not an easy task. It takes a ginormous amount of energy and courage to let go because it is an inside job. It instills grace. Grace to forgive myself and others, to let go of ideas of who I am or should be and how I think things and others should be. Surrendering and replacing my old negative thoughts with hope, love and freedom. Change happens whether I choose to be a part or not. This has been the most exhilarating week.  So bring on the past memories.  Either way I am blessed. I have battened down the hatches in preparation for the Tsunami that is approaching! Kind words and prayers are welcome.  In the midst of cleaning my personal space these thoughts are floating through my mind preparing me for what Joel Osteen refers to it as “Your Season” and with that comes a process that we all must get though with a sense of timing  and rhythm that will prepare you for the life you want.

Visualizing... expressive use of movement and motion—but for the first time, they're leaving behind abstraction and rooting the visuals in real life.

Visualizing… expressive use of movement and motion—but for the first time, they’re leaving behind abstraction and rooting the visuals in real life.

P.S.  Every one of us needs to identify the things we don’t understand.  When things come up that are confusing, frustrating or you can’t figure out; that is when patience and breathing will allow the changes to manifest.   The New Year is a perfect time to make it a part of your daily improvisational practice repertoire.  Let go of old frustrations and the negative voices that are running through your mind.   Let go of the bitterness and resentment and choose to feel as though it is a new beginning.  Don’t put a question mark where God and the universe have placed a period. Trust that all is good. Trust that the universe is conspiring to working things out for the greater good. Keep breathing, believing, meditating and hoping for the future. Let go of the things and people who didn’t work out in 2014 and gear up for the new season that God and the Universe has in store for you in 2015!  Peace & Love Out!  Happy Nu Year!  JBC 8-) & <3

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The Sound I felt ~On a Poet’s Beat ~Sometime During Eternity by Lawrence Ferlinghetti featuring Joe Williams – “What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?”

Beginner's Mind Suzuki Philosophy Courtesy of jazzadvice_dot_com

Beginner’s Mind Suzuki Philosophy Courtesy of jazzadvice_dot_com

“…keep retreating into our head, learning to stay in our heart is not a distraction but how we prepare the ground for living a full life. Afraid as we are that we will lose our self for getting involved, loosening the tightness of our identity is how we let our soul experience the Living Unity of Things.” ~ Mark Nepo “The Endless Practice”

Sometime During Eternity

by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Sometime during eternity

some guys show up
and one of them
who shows up real late
is a kind of carpenter
from some square-type place
like Galilee
and he starts wailing
and claiming he is hep
to who made heaven
and earth
and that the cat
who really laid it on us
is his Dad

And moreover
he adds
It’s all writ down
on some scroll-type parchments
which some henchmen
leave lying around the Dead Sea somewheres
a long time ago
and which you won’t even find
for a coupla thousand years or so
or at least for
ninteen hundred and fortyseven
of them
to be exact
and even then
nobody really believes them
or me
for that matter

You’re hot
they tell him

And they cool him

They stretch him on the Tree to cool
And everybody after that
is always making models
of this Tree
with Him hung up
and always crooning His name
and calling Him to come down
and sit in
on their combo
as if he is THE king cat
who’s got to blow
or they can’t quite make it

Only he don’t come down
from His Tree

Him just hang there
on His Tree
looking real Petered out
and real cool
and also
according to a roundup
of late world news
from the usual unreliable sources
real dead

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The Sounds I felt ~Riff Shots, Licks, Mimesis and Acoustic & Video Snaps from The Village Vanguard, Me, My Father and Ahmad Jamal circa 1969 Accompanied by Ahmad Jamal – “Frank’s Tune”

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My family and I moved back to New York in the Fall of 1969.  We lived in Jamaica Estates in Queens.  My mother said that the one thing she loved about living in New York City was the change of Seasons.  LA was was a stark contrast and a culture shock for me.  I remembered living on Riverside Drive and going to the park with all the other children and their mom’s or nanny’s.  Night life was a whole different world.  There was no comparison, the opening of the Los Angeles Music Center (an upcoming post) was a gala event in 1967.  Limousines and everyone all glammed up ~ tux’s and evening gowns that stole the show from the stars that shone that night in the sky.  Bling everywhere!  Night life in the New York Jazz scene had its own magic.  Everybody was a superstar.  The subways meant you travelled in style.  You didn’t need a limo.  Besides everyone had the chance to sit next to Dizzy or Miles or Byrd and if you knew that you were in their presence, you smiled and cocked your head to greet them.  There was no standing on ceremony.  The only ceremony was in the club.  There is something majestic about New York, snow, traffic, subways, the hot dog and pretzels stands, and I can’t forget the pervasive smell of chestnuts that were roasting signaling the holiday season was near.  We took the F train in and got out on 14th Street in the Village.

I saw the red awning blanketed with snow that glistened in the evening lights, I felt my heart skip a beat.  The Village Vangard’s grand opening on February 22, 1935, by Max Gordon. At first, it featured many forms of music  and poetry~ folk music and beat poetry, but it switched to an all-jazz format in 1957. The Village Vanguard, is a small underground club nestled in the heart of Greenwich Village and to the best of my recollection one of the hottest places in the world to hear the best jazz,  We made our way down stairs to a table that was right next to the piano.  My father ordered Jambalaya and Shrimp Étouffée with Dirty Rice.  A spotlight shown on the piano that was tucked into a corner.  I will always wonder how the heck they got this Steinway Grand Piano down a narrow flight of stairs, so narrow mind you, you have to turn sideways to descend them.  The clapping began to fill the air and  Ahmad walked out smiling and bowing as he made his way to the piano.  He gave my father a warm hug  and bowed to our table then sat down to play Snowfall, and Frank’s Tune.  These were songs my father told me they worked together on. My father said that Ahmad was like Errol Garner and Joe Henderson who had a way with the ivory that Count Basie and Duke would applaud.  What a treat to be caught up in the mindfulness and sacredness of Jazz in a well established club in the Village.  That night was so unique and as perfect  as an individual snow flake  Tom MoonNPR musical correspondent put it like this, Ahmad Jamal is one of the great Zen masters of jazz piano. He plays just what is needed and nothing more… every phrase is perfect.”  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)  <3  Happy Nu Year!  Here is a snap of M. Jamal playing at the Alhambra so you can get a feel of what it was like at the Village Vanguard back in 1969.  I hope you enjoy it.  Peace and Love Out!  JBC 8-) & <3

Happy Holidaze 2 U from the Pacific Northwest.

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The Sound I felt ~ Its Nu Year’s so Here’s Something Old, Nu and Not so Blue ~ Fully Rawsome Strawberry Shortcake! Featuring Ella Fitzgerald – You Brought a New Kind of Love to Me

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Events at Camino, Kings Cross, London – Zomato UK Courtesy of zomato_dot_com

Jazz is smooth and cool. Jazz is rage. Jazz flows like water. Jazz never seems to begin or end. Jazz isn’t methodical, but jazz isn’t messy either. Jazz is a conversation, a give and take. Jazz is the connection and communication between musicians. Jazz is abandon. ~ Nat Wolff

The one blessing that all of us have is the ability to bring from our past the warm and fuzzy memories of the holidays with our loved ones.  For the longest time I felt that I had to hold onto any memory even if it brings pain.  Cancer brought that concept to a rapid halt because when you are put to the final test of Life and Death, when you pick Life, you had better let the toxic persons and aspects go with Death.  There is not enough room in our hearts to hold onto both.  So with that happy note I give you this   Rawsome vegan strawberry shortcake recipe! The perfect dessert to make for your loved ones or even yourself! 7 layers of sweet, fluffy heaven! BE MINE?!

Ingredients for the crust:

2-3 lbs of pitted, fresh dates
1-2 cups of dried, raw mulberries
1-2 cups of raw, dried figs (white or black)
1 pinky of vanilla bean
1 tbs of cinnamon

Run all ingredients through a food processor until the mixture reaches a crust-like consistency. Push the crust into the bottom of a pie pan or a cake dish, and get ready for the next layer! If you want your cake to slice smoother, feel free to add wax paper lining on the bottom of the cake.

Add a sliced layer of strawberries onto your crust.

FullyRaw Cool Whip Ingredients:
2 cups of freshly prepared almond milk
Either 1-2 frozen bananas or a half cup of raw cashews
The meat of 2-3 young coconuts
Note: if you want the cake to be lower in fat, use the bananas instead of the cashews and replace the almond milk with coconut water.

Blend all ingredients in a high speed blender like a Vitamix. Spread this FullyRaw “Cool Whip” onto your first layer of strawberries. Add a second layer of sliced strawberries on top and get ready for another layer of Cool Whip!

For your FullyRaw Strawberry Cool Whip, simply use the remaining white cool whip and blend it with a few strawberries to turn it pink! Spread this layer on top of your second layer of sliced strawberries and top it with ANOTHER layer of sliced strawberries!

Ingredients for the Strawberry Glaze:
Half to one pound of fresh strawberries
Half a cup of fresh, pitted dates

Blend the ingredients for the strawberry glaze and spread it on top! Add your final layer of sliced strawberries! Place your cake into the freezer for approximately 4 hours to harden it. When read, take it out, slice it up, and ENJOY! Share with family and friends!

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A Jazz Memory Byte~Rawsome Kale plus African Black-Eyed Pea Salad U Get The Mack Raw Hoppin’ John 2 Ring In the New Year~ Accompanied by Jazz Suite – Dream Deep

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Okay so you had a wonderful Xmas.  Now it’s time to ramp up and get ready 2 ring in the New Year in style.  Time to do a little spiritual housekeeping.  You know clearing and removing the toxicity and painful aspects from your life.  So, staying in the you are what you eat, let’s begin with one of my all time favorites.  Black-eyed peas ain’t just for Luck for the New Years!; they are delicious little white legumes that have a mild taste and smooth texture that can be enjoyed year-round. This simple, refreshing pea salad recipe makes a delicious potluck dish. I add cauliflower* and sliced avocado and chopped chives to make it a complete meal.  Don’t forget the sounds.  No worries, I will share it in the next post.  Til’ then Let’s Jam!

Ingredients

  •   2 cups defrosted black-eyed peas rinse and drain and set  aside.
  • 10 scallions, roughly chopped
  •  1 red and yellow bell pepper, stemmed, seeded, and finely chopped
  •  1 cup cherry or grape tomatoes, chopped
  •  1 medium cucumber, seeded and finely chopped
  •  2 serrano peppers or 1 Habanero or Scotch bonnet chile, stemmed, seeded, and minced
  •  Sea salt and freshly ground black pepper, to taste
  •  1 Bunch of raw kale chopped finely

Dressing

  •  ¼ cup fresh lime juice (about 2½ limes, juiced)
  •  1 cup chopped parsley (I like cilantro sometimes to give it a nice kick)
  •  ¼ to ½  to  cup olive oil 1 tablespoon smooth Dijon mustard * See note below
  •  1½ teaspoons honey
  •  Sea salt and freshly ground pepper, to taste
  • Teaspoon of Fresh Thyme to give it that Creole appeal

If you want to make it an entrée add

  • Cauliflower* with 1 tsp. turmeric  in food processor blend to the size of rice kernels or Raw Vegan couscous mix with rest of ingredients
  • Sliced avocado  as garnish

Instructions

  1. In a large bowl, whisk together the lime juice and parsley. Continue whisking as you slowly drizzle in the olive oil to make a smooth dressing.
  2. Add the black-eyed peas, scallions, bell pepper, tomato (try not to transfer the tomato juice and seeds to the salad), cucumber, and minced pepper to the bowl. Season the mixture with salt and pepper and use a big spoon to toss the salad. Cover and set aside at room temperature for at least 1 hour, or refrigerate up to overnight to marinate and meld the flavors. Add raw chopped kale.  Serve chilled or at room temperature. To make this salad a main dish, add raw cauliflower* and top with avocado slices. and chopped chives for garnish.

Notes

  • Adapted from Saveur Magazine, May 2012.
  • The original recipe called for one cup canola oil, which seemed like way too much oil. I reduced the oil by half and used olive oil instead. You might be able to get away with just ⅓ cup oil.

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May da Creative Force B wit U featuring Jon Batiste and Stay Human ~ “Creative” with a Video Snap of Bill Evans on “The Creative Process and Self-Teaching”

“To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong”.  Joseph Chilton Pearce

Creativity and imagination are gifts from God and the Universe that were given to you before  you were dropped onto the planet.  It needs to be nurtured and cultivated.  It is a stream of thoughts that comes into our mind giving perspective and the ability to transform our lives.  It is stimulated by circumstance, challenges and necessity.  It is constantly developing and growing out of our soul’s understanding of our truths, and staying in a constant state of “now” that is what Ernest Holmes in This Thing Called You describes as the eternal mandate of nature. Be constructive or become frustrated is an equal demand. You cannot escape the conclusion that whatever this thing is which is seeking expression through everything, it can find satisfactory outlet only through constructive and life-giving creativeness.

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Courtesy of Transmodernalchemy_dot_iwarp_dot_com

The secret of alchemy is this: there is a way of manipulating matter and energy so as to produce what modern scientists call a ‘field of force.

So whether your gift is music, poetry, art, writing, blogging, photography it is something you have to do.  I am not sure whether we actually pick our gift of creativity or it is something we are born with.  It is our responsibility to find what our gift is and to share it with others.  We must answer that call and power to do good in this world.  We make choices every moment of our daily lives, some conscious some unconscious because we are following our own path no matter where it leads us.  We are not perfect.  Our culture needs us to make choices that will right the wrongs or injustices in society because we were put here to live together and in harmony.  Self expression is the highest pursuit of love.

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For me I love living in a state of wonder;  capturing Aha! moments that takes us out of proscribed comfort zones  and creating an environment that evokes our intellectual sensibilities.  My favorite ones are the ones that make us laugh, that make us feel a deep sense of purpose and especially the ones that expand our scope and imagination.  Overall It promotes wellness and heals us to transform daily life from existing to living a fully engaged and connected style where we take ownership of. I realized that living a creative life requires allowing myself to be vulnerable and open to rejection with a big possibility of being, ah, wrong.  I have found that when I start shutting down, being lulled into a state of inertia and fearing rejection for being my true self has never worked for me and was at a great cost.  Because there isn’t any truth to those thoughts and feelings. The miracle is that I am creating a reality of letting go of old thoughts, toxic people and beliefs that don’t serve me and spreading my wings to take flight. I am not my cancer, heck, I am not even the chick I was yesterday What about you?  Are you up for the challenge?  Are you willing to lean into your life and become the person you truly are?  I see it in the awesome blogs I follow, do you?

These are the lessons my father blessed me with regarding the jazz life and cultivating your unique style of self-expression.  In this short video:  Bill talks about how to deal with obstacles, and how to build one’s creative and improvisational vocabulary step-by-step.

Bill Evans – The Creative Process and SelfTeaching

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The Sound I Felt ~ Improvisation on a Jazz Literary Canvas ~ The Top Fab 5 Jazz Life Lessons to Living the Life You Want with Bob Kaufman’s “Jazz Chick” featuring Bob James & Keiko Matsui – Forever Variations

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What an incredible year of growth, expansion and mindfulness improvisation in my daily practice in 2013 has been. Here’s five fabulous thoughts from what I’ve learned from Jazz that have been the most transformative and healing experiences. I thank you for swinging by and joining me on this amazing journey.   I have continuously revisioned my branding and website because it reflects how Jazz has  evolved and immersed me into the present moment.  I love blogging and living a writer’s life. Here is one of my favorite poems by Bob Kaufman.

Jazz Chick

by Bob Kaufman

 

Music from her breast, vibrating
Soundseared into burnished velvet.
Silent hips deceiving fools.
Rivulets of trickling ecstacy
From the alabaster pools of Jazz
Where music cools hot souls.
Eyes more articulately silent
Than Medusa‘s thousand tongues.
A bridge of eyes, consenting smiles
reveal her presence singing
Of cool remembrance, happy balls
Wrapped in swinging
Jazz
Her music…
Jazz.

 

I’ve lived in Seattle Washington since 2003.  Breast Cancer has dropped some serious challenges and changes into my life.  It started in 1994 when my mother’s cancer came back with a vengeance.  I inherited the BrCa gene from my mother and I was diagnosed three years after her return of terminal cancer in 1997.  I must admit that it took up until the end of 2013 for the mist and fog covering my heart to lift from my life.  I scrambled to get my footing and find happiness and peace of mind.  After my mother’s death on Mother’s Day in 2003 my thoughts and life changed course and I had spent quite a bit of time meditating on Jazz, mindfulness improv in order to create the life I had dreamed of long ago.  I’d fallen in love with jazz and words and it became a portal to my inner strength and life that has enabled me to share my side of the moment.  As with most things in life’s journey, there are good days and bad days.  Most of all staying in the present moment and continuously adjusting to the challenges whether physical, emotional or mental to maintain balance has proven to be the most exciting and rewarding perspective anyone can have.

Here are the 5 essential lessons that I feel deepened my improvisation practice this past year…

∞      I learned that authenticity is vital

We need to embrace absolute authenticity in every aspect of our lives. It is the degree to which we are true to our own nature and spirit, despite external pressures the world seems to constantly place on us.

∞      I learned to protect and nurture mindfulness despite living in a chaotic world.

I started meditating at the tender age of eleven.  Life has taught me that in order for me to be happy; I had to adapt my thoughts to a Simplicity frame of mind.  I was living in excess, i.e.,  clothes, food, drink, events and other ‘Junk’ to the point that I no longer had space or time to enjoy life.  My plan was to simplify life and take time outs for walks, sitting by the water, reading listening to jazz, dancing and just being – a sustainable balance.

∞      Learning and developing my ability to listen intentionally to my body-mind-spirit through jazz and poetry I was able to live with compassion and patience.

I decided to take Mindfulness Meditations listening to jazz and writing instead of drinking caffeine when I got tired in the afternoons.

∞      I found better ways to deal with stress and painful emotions.

This year I have learned, through mindfulness, to acknowledge my ‘negative’ emotions and not react to every little upset by suppressing them or burying them.  Making different choices and to just relax and breathe!  I discovered that I can find peace even in the midst of inner storms.  My perceptions have changed and the fog of cancer has lifted.  I may not know what or where I am going, but I am confident and comfortable being back to my laid back self.

∞      I learned that consistency is a vital necessity.

I have been very devoted this year to a consistent formal mindfulness improvisation practice (using yoga and mindfulness meditation) at the same time of day (early morning). I am not just surviving I am thriving fully awakened to this phenomenal life and those who through God’s grace and beauty have sweetened my life in every step of the way of my journey.  I am now able to be a catalyst and the adventurer of this template we all call Life.

I hope my realizations and lessons are helpful to you. What has helped or hindered you this year? Share your experience and wisdom below.  Peace Out & Love Out!  JBC 8-) <3

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Licks ~ A Step Away From Them by Frank O’Hara, Acoustic Snap w/James Moody’s “Night Flight,” Memory Byte “Chocolate Caramel Nutty Treat” on a Jackson Pollock theme and In Canvas “MAD Magazine’s Million Dollar Ooops!” Presented to U on 2014 Christmas Eve

It doesn’t get any better than this…Thank God for kool words, smooth sounds and a New York State of mind vibe when Jazz is in the mix for ambiance.   I selected this poem and tune to celebrate Jazz,  poetry licks and New York City at its best ~ Christmas time.  My father wrote this arrangement of “Night Flight” for James Moody back in the 60’s and to me it typifies and captures “…that whole Beatnik, thumb poppin’, foot tappin’ tempo thru the rollin’ thunder of the subway trains and late night sleepy flights to points unknown in a starry lit night” Vibe.  What does it evoke in you?  It may not be hip hop, but it’s definitely got that big band bebop thing goin’ on.  Peace & Love Out!  JBC 8-)  <3.

A Step Away From Them

By Frank O’Hara

 

It’s my lunch hour, so I go
for a walk among the hum-colored
cabs. First, down the sidewalk
where laborers feed their dirty
glistening torsos sandwiches
and Coca-Cola, with yellow helmets
on. They protect them from falling
bricks, I guess. Then onto the
avenue where skirts are flipping
above heels and blow up over
grates. The sun is hot, but the
cabs stir up the air. I look
at bargains in wristwatches. There
are cats playing in sawdust.

On
to Times Square, where the sign
blows smoke over my head, and higher
the waterfall pours lightly. A
Negro stands in a doorway with a
toothpick, languorously agitating
A blonde chorus girl clicks: he
smiles and rubs his chin. Everything
suddenly honks: it is 12:40 of
a Thursday.

Neon in daylight is a
great pleasure, as Edwin Denby would
write, as are light bulbs in daylight.
I stop for a cheeseburger at JULIET’S
CORNER. Giulietta Maina, wife of
Federico Fellini, é bell’ attrice.
And chocolate malted. A lady in
foxes on such a day puts her poodle
in a cab.

There are several Puerto
Ricans on the avenue today, which
makes it beautiful and warm. First
Bunny died, then John Latouche,
then Jackson Pollock. But is the
earth as full of life was full, of them?
And one has eaten and one walks,
past the magazines with nudes
and the posters for BULLFIGHT and
the Manhatten Storage Warehouse,
which they’ll soon tear down. I
used to think they had the Armory
Show there.

A glass of papaya juice
and back to work. My heart is in my
pocket, it is Poems by Pierre Reverdy.

Caramel Nut Tart with Chocolate an homage to Jackson Pollock

Caramel Nut Tart with Chocolate an homage to Jackson Pollock

Memory Byte  ~ Okay JazzFoodie Fans, Thank God for A “Jackson Pollock”-esque dessert from @dashandbella: a la Google+.    What a way to end a post with Caramel Nut Tart with Chocolate

By Phyllis Grant

 

Author Notes: I call this a tart but it’s really batch of salty nutty caramel candy baked into a tart shell and drizzled with chocolate. It’s related to the Florentine cookie. It’s similar to nut brittle (though a bit softer). It’s packed with 3 cups of protein. It’s a great way to use up all of the nuts in your freezer. Any kind of nut works. Finely chopped walnuts. Pecan halves. Slivered almonds. Throw them all in.

Editor’s note: Use your favorite pie dough for the tart shell — we like this one: https://food52.com/recipes/24928-all-buttah-pie-dough (less) – Phyllis Grant

Serves 8 to 10

  • 1recipe for your favorite tart or pie dough
  • 3cups nuts (I use walnuts, pecans, slivered almonds, and pine nuts)
  • 1cup white sugar
  • 1/2cup heavy cream
  • 3tablespoons unsalted butter
  • 1tablespoon good-quality vanilla extract
  • 1teaspoon kosher salt
  • 4ounces bittersweet chocolate
  1. Choose your tart pan. A 9- or 10-inch round or square with removable bottom works great. Roll out your tart dough and press into your pan. Refrigerate until needed.
  2. Heat oven to 350° F. Spread nuts out on a sheet pan, and toast in the oven until they just start to brown. This should take about 8 to 10 minutes, but keep an eye on them. Better yet, set a timer. Set nuts aside.
  3. In a deep pot, coat the sugar with a big splash of water (the liquid gives you a bit more control). Swirl (by the pot handle) over medium heat until the sugar dissolves. Let it boil away for a few minutes. Once it starts to darken in patches, swirl the pan to make sure it’s caramelizing evenly. The burning sugar will smell smoky and sweet. It’s ready when it’s the shade of Grade B maple syrup. (Think the color of an old copper penny.) It will continue to darken even after you remove it from the heat and it caramelizes more in the tart shell, so err on the lighter side. Take off the heat.
  4. Immediately (and carefully) whisk the the heavy cream into the caramel. Mixing caramelized sugar with heavy cream brings about quite a reaction: The mixture will rise up, almost overflowing. And then it will start to settle back down into a calmer mash-up of sugar, curds, and whey. Whisk it and it will unite into a creamy golden syrup. Add butter and stir until completely melted. Whisk in vanilla extract and salt. Add toasted nuts and mix until evenly coated with caramel. Pour mixture into prepared tart shell and spread it out evenly. Bake until edges of the crust are light brown and the caramel/nut mixture is bubbling and a shade darker (check after 30 minutes, but it will probably take a bit more time). Remove from the oven. Allow to cool completely.
  5. Remove cooled tart from the pan. Place on a cutting board. Melt chocolate in a double boiler or in a small pot over incredibly low heat. Using a spoon, drizzle chocolate all over the tart in any pattern you desire. Place in the fridge for 20 minutes to allow the chocolate to firm up. Just know that it’s very rich — so when you’re serving, cut it into small pieces. It will keep at room temperature for a few days, or in the freezer for a few months.

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The Sounds I felt ~ Improvisation on a Jazz Literary Canvas ~ HerStory: Jazzwomen Who Made Waves ~ Broke Free featuring Jane Ira Bloom – “The Sweetest Sounds”

Gender discrimination and gender segregation have posed considerable barriers to women’s musical talent. Still, many women musicians around the world challenge traditionally held beliefs about gender and women’s social status simply by playing a certain instrument or singing a certain song.”  Smithsonian Folkways Magazine

Mother & Daughter Courtesy of Saundra Lane Galloway

Mother & Daughter Courtesy of Saundra Lane Galloway

American culture and history has brought us some of the most Phenomenal Women who have influenced, nurtured and were inspirational in my life particularly in the 1960’s when civil rights was not solely relegated to race.  Mom was my role model.  My BFF and beside the fact that she was the “best mom”; it’s because she was an educator who believed and promoted multiethnic culturalism that would also include women  in order to successfully provide the catalyst for assimilation into American Life.  That meant not to segregate but to integrate where we all would learn about diversity and to respect and appreciate one another.  The air was so emotionally charged with racism that being “mixed race” was difficult for me feel comfortable and fit in.  Welcome to my world….

Shadows _1959_ dir. by John Cassavettes. Jazz-scored film explores interracial

Shadows _1959_ dir. by John Cassavettes. Jazz-scored film explores interracial

My father, was forced to deal with racism in the jazz world, chose not to make waves by including women musicians.  It was not because of their abilities it was because he succumbed to the insuperable chauvinism and that was steeped in the jazz tradition because he felt it would’ve made the situation worse on both fronts.  Neither agenda survived!  The decade was phenomenal in terms of growing up.  I was right in the think of it and although the 60’s decade changed the face of America’s civil and cultural revolution, 1965 was “My Year of Musical Thinking” when I fell in love with Jazz, sound of words and modern art making it the most transformative and phenomenal year of my life. It is my frame of reference. It became my cultural compass where diversity was a substrate in every conceivable direction.

Mixed Media on canvas.  Photo Courtesy of Donald and Shelley Rubin

Mixed Media on canvas. Photo Courtesy of Donald and Shelley Rubin

Comments like “She’s not suppose to play like that! and “She plays like a man” were epithets that have been uttered throughout the early life of jazz when describing women musicians at the turn of the 20th Century.  Sex discrimination, segregation and tradition have been the foremost barriers that affected women’s musical talent and ability to perform. Still, many women musicians around the world continue to challenge and transform traditionally held beliefs about gender and women’s social status simply by playing the piano or guitar or performing a certain song.  Additionally, songwriting was something that also fell into the fray as well.

Bley was born in Oakland, California. Her father, a piano teacher and church choirmaster, encouraged her to sing and to learn to play the piano. After giving up the church to immerse herself in roller skating at the age of fourteen,[1] she moved to New York at seventeen and became a cigarette girl at Birdland, where she met jazz pianist Paul Bley, whom she married in 1957.[2] He encouraged her to start composing.  Courtesy of Wikipedia.

The battle of the sexes challenged the socially and culturally functioned under the assumption that men are superior to women.  Ironically this did not apply to women musicians. Those beliefs infiltrated medicine; science and the Arts & Entertainment world, respectively.  The line in the sand of equality between men and women has become smudged because those differences lost ground at the beginning of the 20th century.  In the 60’s racial and gender differences were a celebration of those differences. In some circles of society, politically correct thinking began obscuring and diminishing those differences.  Have a look at Women in Jazz circa 1930’s; I would ask that you close your eyes and deeply listen to this video clip.  Can you tell the difference?  Women played in their parlors, and women’s social teas and events.  They were never acknowledged and appreciated.  What do you think?  Peace and love Out! JBC 8-) & <3

Women in Jazz  Courtesy of Roy Gardnerra Uploaded on Aug 26, 2011 ~ 

With the women’s suffrage at its peak in the 1920s and the entrance of the flapper women began to make a statement within society and the Jazz Age was not immune to these new ideals. With women now taking part in the work force after the end of the First World War there were many more possibilities for women in terms of social life and entertainment. Ideas like equality and free sexuality were very popular during the time and women seemed to capitalize during this period. The 1920s saw the emergence of many famous women musicians including Bessie Smith. Bessie Smith also gained attention because she was not only a great singer but also an African American woman. She has grown through the ages to be one of the most well respected singers of all time. Singers such as Billie Holiday all the way to Janis Joplin are said to have been inspired by Bessie Smith. Another exception to the common stereotype of women at this time was piano player Hardin Armstrong. She was given the piano part in her husband’s big band radio performance series called Hot Five and then his next series called the Hot Seven It was not until the 1930s and 1940s that many women jazz singers, such as Bessie Smith and Billie Holiday were recognized as successful artists in the music world. Women such as pianist Billy Tipton dressed up like a man to gain acceptance into society as an artist. These women were persistent in striving to make their names known in the music industry and lead the way for many more women artists to come.

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