Sunday, January 08, 2017
Wednesday, December 28, 2016
So I’m sitting here at my desk when the realization hits me that my work is so much more than playing piano, so much more than making music, so much more than work. My “work” is where I can experience a taste of freedom. It’s now been over a decade since I first began to understand music making as a spiritual practice. Rather then reaching in to try to find it, I was opened to, instead, letting go to receive it. That realization was definitely a page turn, so to speak, in the journey. Many page turns, or bends in the road later, I am walking the path of (purposing to be) keeping the “space” open as I go along. Not just at the piano, but, in a way, to live my entire life open, and prepared to sit down at the piano bench, in a position to receive. Or perhaps better put now, to connect (to others around me, to God), and to be (to use Kenny Werner’s words) a clear channel. In recent years, I’ve begun to recognize the intuitive signals, and develop the trust (to use my words) in God, enabling me to let go and move out of my own way. This is not just for playing the piano, this is for all life. And though I stumble continually as I walk, I am free to get up and continue again. Frankly, this is what motivated me just now to stop what I was doing (in this case, sending invoices), and do my best to give words to the space I am finding. It is about being led, and intimately trusting that leading. It has been proven to me over and over again. And I am struck once more by the wonder of where I’ve been led, and the awesomeness of getting to be in that (“God”-)space; the space of being connected, beyond myself, as my life’s work. I could uber-generalize it and recount the saying “Find a job doing what you love and you will never work a day in your life”. True. And so much more. I am a blessed guy. That’s all.
Tuesday, December 27, 2016
What a remarkable ride! We started Mainstay Mondays on a trial basis on Memorial Day, 2016, and wound up the year on December 19 - 30 shows later, with Mainstay Mondays having permanent status, and 50 shows(!) planned for 2017. This is a most unique series, where I partner with a new guest artist (occasionally more than one) to create a new collaborative show each week. And this series may be the most uniquely suited to me of anything I've done. I've learned so much here, and if I were in the habit of blogging daily (or a least more often, as in times past), I could probably fill many web pages. Hopefully you are connected with my Facebook musician page, where I do share happenings a few times each week. The picture above is from the final Monday show of 2016, with guest Lester Barrett. Scroll down on my Facebook page a bit to find more shots posted from that evening. And come see me some Monday in 2017 :)
Joe's Facebook musician page
Saturday, November 19, 2016
Something interesting, and fun, has happened this semester. I've returned to college. Sort of. The jazz ensemble at Washington College in Chestertown was without a pianist, so I have been brought in to play with the group. Through prior workshops, I'd already built a good rapport with the students, so it was easy to just step in. There is a lot of enthusiasm, which makes it even more fun. And we are all excited to be preparing for a Mainstay Monday show featuring the group, on January 30, 2017. That will be a fun night. Hope you can come. Pictured above is Michael, from a little gig in the school cafeteria. Lis, Ben and Kevin round out the ensemble. Grammy award winning drummer Joe McCarthy is the faculty teacher for the group. A pleasure to work with all of them!
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
So here is what I posted on Facebook, as I needed to let friends and fans know:
"... in everything give thanks ...
For 3 years, a highly improbable thing happened for a musician, in an isolated small town; a recurring gig - the "piano bar" at JR's Pub. Weekly at first, then 2 nights/week for much of the run before moving back to one. It said, and meant so much to me about this area, and the people who live here, to experience the support and love of so many. Over the course of the run, we continued to grow (slow but sure) to an average attendance that was, essentially, a full room. Though it has now run it's course (all music had been cut from JR's some months ago, while Wednesday piano bar night hung on, for awhile), there is much to look back and smile about, and be grateful for. A nice chapter in the journey. And .... Earlier this year an (even more) highly improbable thing happened: Mainstay Mondays. So now, all the energy goes there, as we continue to create quality programming each week, and I continue to be humbled and grateful for all the love and support. This area is a beautiful place to live. I'm glad I landed here
Sunday, June 05, 2016
By the conclusion of our first night, I was shown, or perhaps reminded of the deal. A performer sees from where they are. Sees out, yes, but from our eyes. It's like a gig with a sound engineer. You really don't know what the sound is like out in the room. All you can really work with is what it is like where you are sitting. An effective sound person manages both spaces; the artist, and the audience. It is kind of like that; I know what it feels like to have the connection with those around me (on stage and off) when I play. And I know that this community is amazingly supportive. But while I go on in the place where I am, Rory spent his initial months on the job (beginning the first of the year) being out where everyone else is, and learning the landscape. What became clear to him is something I know, but was brought to see with fresh (and grateful) eyes: that, as I said earlier, I get a lot of love around here. Of course, so did Mike McShane and Paul Midiri on that first night. The people here are wonderfully supportive in general. But the depth of rapport and connection that I am blessed to have here was quite on display in our "Mainstay Mondays" kickoff show last week.
In our performance that first night, there is this happy place that I think we immediately fell into, where all of us on the stage poured it on, leaving our egos wherever it is that we saw them last (as best we do); sharing a strong connection that was felt, even shared, by everyone in the room. Yes, this is what it's all about, Charlie Brown.
We knew Mainstay Mondays would be a good thing. Now that we've opened the box, though, this ride may teach us all a thing or three. Hang on .... :)
Thursday, May 26, 2016
Recent months have been busy and full, with both blessings and challenges (which, ultimately, are also blessings). As things can get away from me, at times, for no good reason; give me a reason and a pothole will likely appear. So now, I'm getting back to this journal blog after a somewhat lengthy absence. Funny that, just recently, I was reflecting on something my father would say to me incessantly when I was young: "When you start something, you have to finish it". My dad and I are very different people. He was a career military man, and I am the creative contemplative go everywhere type. Needless to say, I struggle with the advise. Especially as most things I start (as most things I see or perceive) are open ended. Not so much a line from start to finish, but a journey. Evidence this journal. When will it be finished? I suppose whenever it is that I stop.
In contrast to my father's admonition, my mother would give this advise when it came to managing the to-do pile: "Just pick a place and start". It has only been recently (and since her passing) that this has begun to truly sink in, and I begin to grasp the profundity of her words. The obvious piece of this advice is that you have to keep moving and plowing through.The tacit deeper place of this advice, that I am now realizing, is in that space between stop and start, stillness and movement, being and doing. And as this space becomes more familiar, I may actually be getting this, even if just a little.
Friday, May 20, 2016
Earlier this month, we inaugurated a First Monday Happy Hour with Joe, for the Independent Living residents of Heron Point. Like the Philadelphia Protestant Home, I began coming here in 1994, but on the health care side. Living in Elkton, MD at the time, Heron Point was my introduction to Chestertown, and the 36 mile drive down route 213 to get there. Frankly, it was that drive that sold me on the Eastern Shore, not long thereafter moving in this direction, first to Galena. So I guess you could say that all things Chestertown, for me, began here, at Heron Point. Now, 20+ years later, I have many friends, and the opportunity (unlike PPH, which is far away, and I only go a few times a year now) to perform throughout the community, in
various capacities for multiple populations; from health care, to church services to concerts and special events, and now, happy hour. These days I no longer regularly visit senior communities, particularly health care, focusing instead on public performance. Heron Point is the one exception, and a place where I have many friends. Grateful.
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Got to perform on the Mainstay stage twice in 2 weeks; on 1/31 for Barbara Parker's show (in a musical director role) and last Saturday (2/13) for a double billed performance with Beth McDonald, for Valentine's weekend. Always a great experience. This has also given me the opportunity to get to know Rory Trainor, the Mainstay's new executive director, a bit. Rory succeeds Tom McHugh, who founded the Mainstay in 1997. Tom's vision and passion has brought over 750 concerts to the stage, building a reputation for memorable performances in a delightful space. Rory came on board at the beginning of the year, and has hit the ground running. He'll fit right in to our local arts scene. And he's already come to my piano bar gig twice, so, cool! The Mainstay will continue it's tradition of quality programming (local, regional, national and international artists), while broadening the scope of performances. And yes, maintaining jazz in the schedule. The Mainstay is one of the many reasons I'm glad I live here. You should visit sometime, if you haven't already.
Saturday, January 30, 2016
A random moment from the process of creating Barbara Parker's new recording; a process that took several months and happened to fall, on one evening, on Pres' Harding's birthday (Pres had no problem being in the studio on the night of his birthday, His anniversary, however, was off limits. Good for him.). As the project evolved, finding it's way to the place it needed to be, so did the personnel, landing on a core rhythm section of Pres Harding - guitars, Ray Anthony - drums, and me doing the left hand bass thing from the keyboard. Every group of musicians finds their own center of gravity. In this case the center is a little off (center) from my own, which makes it fun for me, and on target for where Barbara is coming from, and wants to go. At the final rehearsal for Barbara's CD release concert (tomorrow at the Mainstay) the chemistry was apparent. So it's a thing. For me, a thing among things. A good thing.
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Reflecting on blessings I have received recently. Maybe I've been told this before, and unable to hear, or perhaps not. Certainly, at least at many points along the way, it just wasn't true. But these days, I am told that my performances occur with little ego. Or that I am a(n uncharacteristically) humble musician. This is certainly new, at least as a conscious point within me. Or more accurately, to the extent to which it is true, it is the place to which I continue to arrive as I learn to more fully connect, and to get out of the way.
To get out of the way doesn't mean not to participate, but rather to move toward selflessness in it all. Kenny Werner (in Effortless Mastery) appropriately describes it as observing yourself from a detached place. As it has happened, this blog, over many years now, has become a chronicle of my growth in understanding, or perhaps better, the unveiling of this journey to me; a journey of letting go, of myself.
And it is in the very losing of myself that I have found myself, my connection, and the ability to share it, or be a reflection, or a bridge. My whole life's journey has brought me here, to this point. It is, indeed, humbling. and an affirmation that I continue to move toward where I need to be.
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
And Happy New Year!
Monday, December 28, 2015
Here's a statement, coming from one who professes a Christian, that may seem less than Kosher: going to church can be difficult for me, particularly in the morning. Any gathering, actually. To be in the middle of a group of people is something I need to prepare for, in solitude. Actually, it is that solitude, or peace, that travels with me; grounding me, focusing me in circumstances where I might otherwise feel cacophony all around. In peace, there is no cacophony. Seeing from the heart, the focus turns outward, away from what may be confusing or overwhelming, connecting the inner and the outer, bringing wholeness, bringing peace. And prayer is the key. I find this through varied avenues, including and especially, for me, in playing the piano. And from the piano, I have some of my best conversations.
Saturday, November 07, 2015
Still taking pictures, although my relationship with them is shifting. Where I am focused, or purpose to be is not on the picture, but on my own connection to what is around me. This is in contrast to when I began taking pictures when I first got a smart phone, a couple of years ago. Once I realized that the pictures were a thing, I was focused on taking them; motivated to get a nice shot. Now I find myself in the place of understanding (I use that word cautiously) that this is first about my own experience. I can then have myself in a position to share that experience with others. In others words, find the space/connection, take the picture. Not take pictures in search of the space. To capture a moment means to seek the moment, not the capture. And to prioritize the moment, not the capture. Actually (ideally), to not care about the capture at all (this is a big shift).
The real take away for me here, is that this is precisely the process/means by which I have found the deeper levels of connection from the piano. Performing is about sharing the connection I find. Which means focusing sqaurely on that; not on the fact than I am performing, or that people are watching, or that I am supposed to be saying something. Rather (to pull a quote from an earlier blog post) that I am a bridge, touching those deeper places to which I am given; giving them expression to which I hand to others.
So these days, when someone asks me about picture taking, I tell them that it is a part of my piano practicing, which is exactly what it is.
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Saturday, September 26, 2015
Every time I sit down and play the piano, I am starting anew; finding it again. Not recreating, but discovering. Walking the same path in the morning/evening I find new spaces, make new connections, learn new things. Same with the piano, The same piece of music is a new connection every time. Unless I am looking back. Look ahead. Move ahead. From one day to the next. From one piece of music to another. Step into the space and find your place.
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Jazz. A word that can have so many meanings, to so many different people, it may be worse than useless. I don't like calling myself a jazz musician, for all the preconceived ideas and bias surrounding it. But there is no short version, at least for me.
Here's what I am:
I am a musician. Most of the time I am improvising on tunes at the piano. With some exception, these tunes are in the classic jazz/pop standard and show tunes book. Sometimes I will play hymns, or themes from classical pieces, and sometimes a more contemporary song that I happen to know. Sometimes I improvise freely, but usually not in public (though I have released some of these on a CD). I play to express the depths of my feeling, not my knowledge. At this stage, I find it more important to connect with my deeper feelings and intuitive places than to prioritize concerning myself with the biggest vocabulary words. I am not opposed to that, but rather to the idea that performance should be evaluated on the number of big words that can be used in a sentence. I play for people in the room, while surrendering myself to where I am led to go.
Like I said, no short version.
I guess it's still jazz.
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
I don't want to overstate things, but what has happened at the little "piano bar" gig at JR's Pub has been truly remarkable, at least from where I sit. Looking out from the piano bench, I see friends, old and new; some socializing, some intently listening, some looking at phones or computer screens or books, but all connected to the music, or the larger picture, in some way. It's like the entire room, full of autonomous people, each doing their own thing, becomes one. On the side of socializing, one friend wrote this to me:
"It was like a little cocktail party -- everyone had a good time and your piano work really set the stage for that, as always."
Another friend, from another angle, wrote this:
"Your music is a bridge to a person and his own solitude. And I thank you for it."
And another friend was so kind as to say this:
"Joe is a gifted musician who blesses us all when we take the time to stop and hear him".
But perhaps what spoke to me the loudest is when she also said:
"Thank you Joe, for always bringing peace in the midst of chaos."
This resonates to me not as a description of my external environment, but of that within. Am feeling bold enough to assert that (at least from the piano) "peace within the midst of (my own) chaos" is what I have been led to find, or experience, even if just being brought to the outer rim. It has been a process; not unlike an unveiling. And as the layers are drawn back, or the light illumines a broader area, I find the paradox of peace and chaos, perhaps in an untangling, so that I can be removed from one (even as I may continue to observe it) as I move more into alignment with the other. Perhaps I can truly begin to be a presence of peace in the midst of chaos (around me), as I truly begin to cultivate that within myself. Or perhaps I have always been that (at least potentially), even if I've seldom realized it. It's nice (a true blessing) to feel as if I may actually be getting it.
Friday, June 12, 2015
The other day, a friend referred to me as a "prayer warrior". I have not been called that before, nor would I have thought of myself in those terms. I've heard it said of others and not thought twice, in the sense that the description seemed apt. Now that I actually think about it, it paints, to me, a bit of an aggressive, or assertive picture of one who engages God. It's a positive image to me; of someone looking past their own concerns to hold up the concerns of others. Knowing my ability to be self absorbed, I wouldn't give myself that much credit.
Upon reflection though, it is true that I have sought to cultivate prayer as a lifestyle; from playing piano to walking/picture taking, to learning to (better) listen, to just getting out of the way to find the awareness of "pray(er) without ceasing". The warrior image seems to suggest conflict or struggle against something, and maybe that's why I hadn't gotten there on my own. Words that ring of prayer to me are, among others; awareness, connection, surrender. A few days ago I posted this picture on Facebook with the caption, "If we say that the universe has aligned, we may mean that we have aligned with it." This is where prayer takes us, I believe; through the struggle, to a place of peace.
Friday, May 29, 2015
I keep thinking that the picture posting (going on two years now) is going to stop, but it just keeps happening. Here is the picture I posted on Facebook (my timeline) today (taken 4/27). This phase of my explorations has helped me to clarify how it is that I make music, and as such, has helped me to connect more deeply from the piano. In short, I don't put things together, I see what is already there. I've always been that way, but with less of a handle on my own process than I now have. And the one thing that I can't escape, is the link between practice time and this connection. I recently watched a short documentary on (the classical pianist) Glenn Gould. In, I think, his early twenties, he essentially sequestered himself for several years, spending nearly all of his time at the piano. The commentator said "this was the period in which he became Glenn Gould." I get it. Talent, or aptitude, or the inclination toward something is the seedling to be cultivated, or the coins we are given to invest. This can be taken in many directions, but my point here is that the last few years have seen an increase in my practice discipline, and I have seen it's fruit. There is a time and a season for everything, and I am grateful to find myself where I am, right now. And as if the time I spend at home at the piano every day isn't enough, I am also spending considerable time walking, often in the early morning, and feeling my connection to that which is around me. Essentially, it's just more practicing working in "the space". What allows me to do this is the impact it has had (on me, personally, and) on my performances in the evening. Over the last several years I have transitioned from juggling dozens of recurring senior communities during the day (wearing my Music Therapist hat) to using the daytime to prepare for the evening, and finding, purposefully, that which I would often only trip over before. Yes, it is a leap of faith. And like (the growth in) knowing where and when to point the camera, or express the notes I am given to play; there is a knowing that as I put one foot in front of the other, there will be given a place to land.
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Friday, March 13, 2015
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Have dodged the weather bullet this year, in terms of gigging, until last weekend. Was playing in Rehoboth on Saturday night, where the snow and ice storm that hit Delmarva was mostly rain. It was eventually going to turn to rain everywhere, and I was hoping the timing of that would allow me to return home that evening. Unfortunately, any trip east from my home involves significant 2 lane road time. And some of those roads, particularly going to Rehoboth/Lewes, are lesser travelled. About half way home, entering one of those lonely stretches, it was clear that I would be going no further. So I made it back to the highway and continued to Dover. DE. I found myself in an old chestnut frame of mind, by then. Back in the day, I would frequently find myself driving around the Midwest, performing concerts in small churches. And when alone, I would always look for a Super 8. Nothing (even close to) fancy, but perfectly adequate to sleep and not get hurt. Arriving in Dover after one in the morning, I felt the old habit directing my car. It's been several years since I have travelled (for work), and decades since the drive around the country thing. Have always felt that this chapter (a new version of it) would open up again. When it does, I will be ready with my super 8 directory. A creature of habit I am.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
I recently revisited my very first attempt to post on YouTube, back in 2007. Any learning curve tends to be long (and often bumpy) for me, including things that are touted to be of the "snap your fingers" ilk. I finally made the ripping process work, from a DVD I had received of a concert, only to discover that I had messed up the screen dimensions, giving me whale like attributes. By that point, I was exasperated enough not to care (too much), and began my YouTube journey with the above video post of "Somewhere Out There", from a concert in Newark, DE. Now, hundreds of posts later, it can be argued that my YouTube presence is not as tight or as efficient as it ought to be. I am continuing to post from time to time, but also working on cleaning up the overall presentation, both on YouTube and on my website in general. I find it encouraging though, that my first YouTube video post remains one of my favorites.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Here's a cool story. You may remember, if you have followed me for awhile, the regular gig that Shore Jazz held at Beseme', in Lewes DE, for a few years. When that ended, we found a new home (once a month, anyway), at Jerry's Seafood, also in Lewes. For three years in a row, Roger Dellar, an artist from England, has paid a visit to Jerry's to hear us, while in Lewes for his annual exhibition at the Peninsula Gallery. It's not uncommon to see Roger sketching, from different vantage points, throughout the evening. One of our friends noticed Roger sketching the group from a bar stool, and later commissioned an oil painting from the sketch. Once home, Roger completed the painting, and shipped it back to the States. I paid a visit to our friend's house after our last gig at Jerry's to see the original (and only) oil painting hanging in her entryway. Art breeds art. Just like it's supposed to.
Thursday, January 01, 2015
I am seldom accused (actually never, in my memory) of being unambitious. As a youngster, I took on 2 paper routes (with competing newspapers) as soon as I was old enough, earned the rank of Eagle scout at the youngest possible age, began in home piano teaching and gigging as soon as I received my driver's licence (and kept the paper routes), and so on. Skipping ahead, I supplemented my education in my 30's to receive a certification as a Music Therapist and (combining those contract opportunities with other performing) maintained 400-600 gigs/year (depending on how you counted) for over a decade. Several years ago, things began to change, both slowly and all at once. As circumstances have evolved around (and through) me, I find myself in a new place, with a new, or redirected energy. If you have been reading this blog, then you are aware to some extent of what I mean. We are all on a journey, and perhaps a reasonable summary statement of mine, at this point, is to have arrived at the place where I can say; "It's not what I do, it's who I am." I'm asserting this not as a platitude, but more as a commitment, or procedure, or lifestyle, or something. Another way to say it, with more recently adopted terminology, is that I am learning more to live thru the lens from which I actually view; not my head, but rather my heart. So now this ambition (or drive, or restlessness, or ...) has me walking several miles a day (learning how to "feel" moments and capture than with my phone camera), returning home to spend a considerable chunk of my day practicing at the piano. This is notable for two reasons; First, that I am practicing (far) more (in time and consistency) than I ever have in my life. Second, that I realize I need this time to get myself in the place I need to be. In other words; to be who I am, on any given day, I need to work it out from the piano first. What it amounts to is that much of the day has become preparation for the gig (performance) at night. This is how I have taken myself (been taken) to that next place. It is certainly a journey of faith. The picture above was taken by a friend, from her car, as I walked the Chester River Bridge (which I am somewhat famous in these parts for doing, small town and all). And as I walk, I am never alone.
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Rehoboth Beach jazz festival weekend is now in the books. I have described this weekend, in the past, as an "in the trenches" sort of thing. The "official" festival went smooth some years back, largely abandoning more traditional jazz, and the local/regional musician who perform it. The local restaurants and clubs have not, though, by in large; and jazz fest weekend has always been a busy one for me, performing with Mike McShane (in different configurations) around town. And now a new wrinkle (or crease, or maybe even tear); a new jazz festival has sprung up to compete with the existing one. Now in it's second year, the "True Blue Jazz Series" has tripled it's sponsorship, and similarly expanded it's performing venues and band slots. Saturday (10/18) was a taste of that for me, and a fun day; performing 3 shows, all including Geoff Gallante. I think it's safe to say that Geoff and I have our own rapport, which we lived (and played) in throughout the day. In the picture above, we are setting up for the bandstand afternoon performance, which started it off (grateful to have the wind in my face while on the bandstand) . In an earlier post (on my "news" blog), I detailed the venues and the musicians I would perform with. So I'll just add here that it was all successful, and fun. I was first introduced to the Rehoboth music scene near to a decade ago, and it has become an important piece of my world. Grateful for it.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
When my family moved to this area, nearly 2 decades ago, I wasn't looking at it as new turf. I kept my connections I had, and sought to establish new ones in commutable population centers. I left the small pond - and thoughts of big fish status - alone. As was inevitable, though, I became increasingly visible here. Impossible not to be, ultimately, in a small town. Now, all these years later, I am blessed to have established myself in the wonderful arts community here, and with concert venues such as The Mainstay (in nearby Rock Hall) and the Garfield Center for the Arts, where I have performed many times. I have a home here. But one thing was missing; an easy answer to the (incessant) question: where are you playing locally? Even with my relationships with the aforementioned venues, a local performance date could still be months down the road (and I'd have to remember it when stopped cold on the street). Now I can say simply; "Every Wednesday 5-7 and select Sundays 6-8 at JR's." And folks are responding. Every time I play at the "piano bar" I see old friends, and make new ones. Yesterday I walked in to find one of the tables in the piano room already reserved (which is a good thing, as the room generally fills up). Word is getting around :)
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Well, here I am; in the picture, and back on this blog. This one was taken by Mike McShane during a bayside gig, outdoors, in Dewey Beach, DE, a few weeks ago, as the sun was setting. Yes, I was taking pictures. Here is one of them:
Over the past months (better part of a year now), I have taken thousands of pictures (with my android phone) and have posted (often several) daily on Facebook. It has become quite a thing, actually. I have friends and fans who follow both my pictures and my music, and am encouraged just about daily to submit/exhibit/display/sell my photography. Okay, I actually am considering exploring a line of postcards. But, I am not a photographer. I am an artist, exploring what I can feel and find, and how that happens. My expression, to which I am called and committed, is from the piano. My explorations, lately, have included picture taking. And what I have come to grasp, which is actually profound (to me, at least), is that the essence of both pursuits are the same: step away from thought, and wait for it. Stop trying, embrace what already is, and is, in fact, fully formed already. Don't dissect, analyse or overthink; feel it (be still) and know. About 8 years ago, and chronicled in this blog, I came to the realization that music making is (for me) spiritual, and performance is prayer. After taking the conscious, or purposeful leap through that portal, and travelling the path for some time; here I am. And how would I express it today? It's about seeing, hearing, feeling and living from the heart; an open and surrendered heart. And it is a blessing, indeed. I know I have been guided and brought to this place, and it is for a purpose; ultimately, my calling. And like the old song; Every time I feel the spirit moving in my heart, I will pray.
Saturday, February 08, 2014
Here is as good of an explanation as any of my absence from blog posting. I've been distracted. Most mornings I will be found walking; to and over the bridge into Chestertown (I live about a mile from there) and taking pictures, for several months now. Funny, I've never done this before. But it's become a thing; especially on my Facebook timeline (personal page), where I've been posting several images a day for all this time. It's a "fruit of the spirit" thing, really; external evidence of inward growth. Artist types are (ideally, at least) searching souls; seeking to grow, reaching for truth. We are all on a journey, and travel a (lifelong) path woven into the larger tapestry of providence. The last year or so of my personal journey has been particularly transformative. Not anything new really, while actually, everything is. Put another way; I am blessed to be more in connection with who I am than ever before. And blessed is the word. it's a God thing, totally. In stillness of mind, the heart can know, and find it's way. It's a new day. And each (new) day brings long walks, encounters with beauty, and a new drive and discipline to practice as I've never had. Come to one of my performances sometime. I suspect you will notice.
Friday, September 20, 2013
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Thursday, July 25, 2013
God spaces. Or whatever terminology you choose. But if the "G" word is within you to use, then go there. Or be there. Years ago, the cable provider where we lived included a T.V. station that continuously played (Christian) praise music, accompanied by images of nature/creation; many of them stunning. I think I watched more of that channel than anything (not that I watch much television in the first place, but this just drew me in). Beauty, majesty, awe, wonder; these (along with other "places" like gratitude and compassion) pull our focus away from our own self centered places. And when we are not the center, that center (the universe) expands. Now to some of my Eastern friends, the directional imagery suggested by this may seem backwards. And to some of my Western (Christian) friends, the exhortation may seem insufficient, or vague.
But every path begins someplace. And in each of us, that place is wherever we are.
Thursday, July 04, 2013
Learning curves for me are often long and jagged. I've known for a long time (as long as i can remember, really) that I keep too much on my plate. My to-do lists have to do lists (you think I'm kidding?). So, I've made a difficult, but necessary decision. Starting this month, I am devoting my performance efforts to the public realm (and concert/listening venues in particular). In order to do this right, I need to take myself seriously. Which includes listening to my own advise. I'll often say that this music business (for me) is (at least) 2 full time jobs, One: performance and preparation, and the other: administration product development and sales. So, starting this month, I have cleared (all of) my daytime working hours in order to stay close to home, and properly administer and prepare for what's in front of me. In the evenings (and throughout the weekend), I will perform, (with a few exceptions) in the public places. To pull this off, I am setting down my active music therapy work. This actually been a winding down/transition for some time, but it required me to own this last step. I will continue to provide music for seniors in care communities, from time to time on a volunteer basis. And now, I need to gather all of my dots and crosses. and own this path. I'm grateful for the opportunities that are coming my way.
Shown above is my picture, added to the wall of performers at the Manistay, in Rock Hall. This year I have been added to their (short) list of "legacy" performers This means increased performance opportunity there, including a annual concert (up until now, it's been every 3 or 4 years) of my choosing. This year I've invited Beth McDonald to join me for a specially themed jazz concert in October - see my schedule for info. And speaking of my schedule, I've a bunch of dates to add. But now, I will find the time; for that, and for better staying in touch (via my newsletters and blogs), and for following and keeping up with the to-do list.
And I do need an updated promo picture. I'll add it to the list.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
In comes the tide. Predictably. Even so, seldom without being noticed. Even in just the gentle rise and fall of that which the water supports; we know. And not only know, but welcome. And sometimes, the tide swells a bit beyond that to which we grow accustomed (and perhaps immune).
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Beth McDonald debuted a new show concept on Saturday night March 9, 2013, in a double billed event with me that we titled: "Singing Our Stories". Beth drew back the curtain a bit more on her singer/songwriter side. Well, really she just drew back the curtain. A singer/songwriter is who she is, and always has been. Being the "jazz singer" was more of her access route to performance, beginning nearly a decade ago; which has now also taken root deep within her. And a love of gospel has always been there. This particular show; at the Garfield Center for the Arts in Chestertown, MD, was a bit of a milestone for us, in the ongoing thread of discovery, and ownership. More on this specific jourey in future blog posts. We posted 3 videos from the show: watch them here.
Pictured above are Beth, Jeff Davis and myself, on the Garfield stage. Beth and I (often with Jeff, and sometimes with larger groups) will be continuing to present the "Singing our Stories" concert, along with other performances, as we travel this path. Our next Singing our Stories presentation will be at the Cabaret at Germano's, in Baltimore, MD on Friday evening July 19th. Other performance dates will be announced soon.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
The big picture cannot be seen from a single point in the timeline, but can be contemplated, it seems. And it makes sense that intensities merge, in God's perfect order. Two weeks ago, my mother took a sudden downward turn. She was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease a few years ago, but seemed to be doing well, all things considered. Then, all of a sudden, that Thursday, she was gone. I woke early that morning, well before dawn, as many mornings over the last weeks, with personal explorations limiting my sleep. Tired, vulnerable, but with a deep sense of the positive workings of God in my life, I found myself suddenly in a new place. My mother (of whom I am the only child) was gone. And as it played out, it seemed that the 2 competing intensities were supporting each other. What would be a burden somehow, became balance. And, thru only the specific provisions of God for the time, I was able to perform my gig that evening. And a solo concert on Saturday night. And help my father through the process. And help in providing what became the perfect, and most lovely funeral service. And share in the writing of a song for my mother, played during the service. And understand that, as my mother, I am held in it all.
Saturday, April 06, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
Last week was rather amazing. I just realized that I haven't blogged about it at all. This, it seems, has been the pattern for some time. There are several factors at play, I think. The sheer weight of activity can leave little time for focus on anything else. But I suspect something additional is getting in the way: Facebook. And I also suspect I'm not the only casual blogger to be pulled in this direction. Facebook is quick, clean and targeted. For me, at least, blogging is time consuming, and several trips around the barn, compared to the more instant gratification of knowing who likes whatever it is, without having to say anything. But perhaps it's like trading the story for the sound byte. And the story tells the story. I'm going to try to bring more of a balance to all this, and maybe even catch up a bit on some of the cool stuff. The photo above is the view from the stage at the conclusion of the Women Helping Women concert at the Garfield Center (the theatre formerly known as Prince) last Wednesday. A wonderful evening, with it's own interweaving of stories supporting other stories. When I slow down enough to actually write about it, I am reminded of the importance of this kind of reflection. More than shortchanging anyone who may read, I may be shortchanging myself. Hmmmm....
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
Pictured above is my grandson, Kratos ("riding" Thomas the Tank Engine), on a recent family trip. Come as a child ...
Monday, January 21, 2013
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Found my first piano book, with the back page certificate signed by my teacher, Mr. Alfred Schmidt. I believe that he was 78 years old when he first came to our house in his little red Mustang. In the (really) small world department, I recently met Dallas Smith, a bass player from Arlington, VA, and discovered that we grew up in (nearly) adjacent towns; he a few houses away from Mr. Schmidt, in Audubon NJ. This gets me to thinking more broadly. When people come together in any sort of common bond or endeavor, it is (necessarily) the intersection of divergent paths. Commonality is then undergirded by diversity. Collaboration is a unique melding of perceptions and experiences. Whatever might be considered in common becomes a starting point of uniqueness in a particular relationship. Then a new (common) voice emerges. And the individual voices are further refined. Growth - starting with the Ada Ricther piano course, book 1.
Tuesday, January 08, 2013
As I watched the video above, I began typing:
"In creation, the glorious is revealed. In engagement, the beauty is uncovered. In interaction, a joy is accessible. In surrender, the human heart receives what it needs, in every endeavor."
As a practitioner of general revelation, this is my path. This path is recognized across spiritual traditions and perspectives. I come at in from my own (personal) vantage point. Am realizing, as I type this, that I am most willing to share my landscape view with others when it takes a more inclusive expression. It seems that I am long past my "Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so. Pure in doctrine I belong, I am right and you are wrong." phase in my spiritual journey. If you've ever received an e-mail from me, you may recall a quote on the bottom of my signature (that has, on occasion, elicited a snarky comment): "Concepts create idols. Only wonder understands" - Gregory of Nyssa. Can't think of anything more true than this.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Wednesday, December 05, 2012
Response to first number: about half a tick above polite applause
Response to second number: warmer and more engaging
Response to third number: "Hey, I'm awake now - this is cool!"
Or something like that.
Actually, James Fitzpatrick (music and concert series director at St Margaret's Episcopal Church, with a history of experiences in the trenches of the Nashville music scene) laid this out to me as the prescribed formula for working/engaging an audience. 3 selections to get in. What this also reinforces is that rapport is a process. The nature of the rapport between audience and performer puts the process on speed dial (in more of a real human relationship situation, you don't establish trust and bonding in 20 minutes). Still, it requires a sense of understanding of the path you are travelling. And in the Arts, few roads are paved. It is, indeed a bumpy ride, at times. Still, the journey is wonderful.