jazzy living

by walterdoege

from the blue…getting the blue with me…the blue I am also…I stand on the piano class…for my surprise I played a beautiful blues improvisation…when I play piano three things occur: I want to compose, I want to interpret, I want to improvise..and improvisation is what I like in my music practice…improvisation is as writing here…no thinking…no reasoning…performatic…no programmation…spontaneity…I feel from the deep blue a free joy…joy appears in flash…improvising is also no recording…no repetition…free manifestation…the music was blues and some other good…a little woogie, a little soul music…a little jazz…a little bossa nova…rocking ‘how many roads must a man walk down’…from Dylan…the answer is blowing in the wind…it’s not exactly a quote, but what I feel from my experience of living when at a point I see the road I’ve walked and the rest of my road till the last goodbye…till my death…facing death gives me this sense of transendence the amorous free path offers…loving is performatic…tramping…the love in movement, loving…I write with words, solely with words and it is my way…of share love with you…the word jazz means ‘living with intensity’…I am also a jazz pianist, amateur, but writing and publishing, blogging, a brand new dialogue and share tool…not a lot of soliloquies, but a kind coloquy, an amorous dialogue…I write for your reading too cause I don’t know what I write…you can interpret, compose and improvise upon my writings, please…loving is a living one…a blessed gift, a common special joy…I don’t write happiness, but joy…improvise on your own…write, sing, read with your own voice…the human voice is a transcedental loving free way…I guess writing is a  voice expression, among other human expressions…an unique voice, loving and a hard work