Re: [Harp-L] Jazz chromatic books
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- Subject: Re: [Harp-L] Jazz chromatic books
- From: "Bill" <bill.eborn@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Wed, 8 Jul 2009 13:24:44 +0100
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I've decided that studying jazz is a bit like taking holy orders - poverty
(definitely), chastity (possibly but imposed rather than chosen - lol!) and
obediance (again definitely).
I've also decided that studying is like climbing a mythical holy mountain.
I started to climb the jazz mountain, I thought i could see the top but when
I got there it was a rocky outcrop obscured by clouds. I started climbing
again, it was hard, I stumbled again and again. At one point I realised I
had taken a wrong turning, I ended up hanging by my fingernails on a sheer
cliff face, I was terrified I thought this was the end. I backtracked, i
started retracing my steps and then began to climb again, away in the
distance i could see the outline of a master (insert jazz master of your
choice), I shouted out 'master have you seen the top of the jazz mountain?',
the master replied 'dude, I've been looking but I ain't found it yet, don't
reckon no one ever has, maybe there is no top to the jazz mountain'. Then i
noticed that as I had been climbing, the mountain had changed shape, it
looked different to the way it had. The wind carried a voice to my ears -
'this is a world of infinite possibilities, there are no answers there are
only questions, study to find humility and practice, practice, practice'.
Anyway to carry this metaphor to a painful conclusion, I'm still in the
foothills....
Bill
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