While listening to my friend, Wendell, play jazz trumpet this afternoon I couldn’t help but think of life as music (previous post).
I recently introduced Wendell to the owner of a newly established coffee shop/cafe/deli I frequent, Zachi’s Cafe on Read St. here in Baltimore. It’s a great place to chill and an even better place when Wendell decides to begin playing lunches. So today I walked to Zachi’s with Wendell and listened while he and his percussionist, Rodney, played some sweet tunes; Miles Davis, Loius Armstrong, and others.
I had with me Scot McKnight’s The Blue Parakeet, so I pulled it out and read…and stayed much longer than I intended; but it was beautiful. Jazz music on a rainy afternoon. It doesn’t get any better than that.
As I listened I enjoyed. And that, going back to the reference to life, is what it’s about. Enjoying it along the way, each note, each new movement. Some notes are dark and dreary while others are light and happy. And we enjoy it for what it is. At some points there are unexpected stops and turns, followed by then a drastic drop in tempo, and it is in those moments you question and wonder where this song is going. But when it is all played out, when the song is finished, we will look back and say, “Ah, I couldn’t have composed it any better myself.”
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June 4, 2009 at 7:21 pm
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