...was not my first love.
...took me awhile to "get."
...has followed my personal taste and musical proclivities through more than half of my life.
...is something my mother and I share other than DNA.
...made me a better musician.
...makes me prouder to be an American than I would be otherwise.
...has seen me through breakups, make-ups, and the deaths of my father and great-grandmother.
...took me to France and Switzerland as a performer.
Jazz might not be my first love, but it definitely has proven to be one of my most profound. I consider myself beyond lucky to be able to spend a weekend surrounded by some of the best jazz artists in this country-- watching my heart grow larger by the minute for an art form I haven't yet lived enough life to fully grasp.
These people allowed me into their lives this past weekend:
--Bonnie Brammlett
--Kevin Mahogany
--Cyrus Chestnut
--Al Jarreau
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Blues are my absolute first love, but jazz is a close second. I've decided that it's not something that you can "get" but something that makes you feel good and smile. And that, in my book, is music.
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