Showing posts with label drums. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drums. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Jazz on Tuesday: five Piano Trios for my new friend

Yesterday, my newest friend, asked me about jazz.  I said, "Piano Trio."  So lets put my blog where my mouth was, will due respect to The Maria Schneider Jazz Orchestra and The Miles Davis Quintet...

Benny Green Trio playing Down By The River Side


Bill Evans Trio playing My Foolish Heart


Oscar Peterson Trio playing Satin Doll



Amad Jamal Trio playing Poinciana



Keith Jarrett Trio playing Blame It On My Youth



Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Mosaic: Terri Lyne Carrington and the great women of jazz

47  277/365  Margaret's 2nd Rainbow Mandala


Just like Mosaic Woman's ability to bring a multitude of glass into one mosaic, Terri Lyne Carrington has created a mosaic by inviting an amazing collection of women to play along with her on her latest CD. Including these women who we are blessed to have seen in concert: Geri Allen, Anat Cohen, Ingrid Jensen, Dianne Reeves, and Helen Sung. Thanks for making this wonderful mosaic.

Take some time out and learn about what will make many a best of 2011 lists...




Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Jazz on Tuesdays--- D is for drums


If one read through my jazz posts one would feel I don't dig drummers. But I do. I do. But apparently not enough to give them shout outs.

When Chico Hamilton walked out onto the stage a couple years ago, I was wondering if he would be able to make it to his drum set. The man was well into his 80's and moving slow. But when he sat down behind the drums, the man was youthful. Not that he could drum as hard and fast as he could back in the day, but he sure could play. And he was enjoying himself, which is a requirement for playing:




Several years ago, Mosaic Woman (who did a great C about Canadian Content) bought me a drum for Christmas. One day I picked it up and said, "We need a lucky drum solo for..." It didn't happen often, but I continued the practice. Lately I have added it to my prayer practice. The drum sits next to the Chair of Contemplation and so at some point in my examen, I pick it up and said out some hope. And why not think of someone in need of hope and play a solo for them. Some of those vibes travel through my gut and keep going into the universe. I drum. I pray. I hope. It is one thing I can do for a friend, a town, a church, a country, a flock of migrating birds. If it was all that I did, it may not be enough, but it sure is a good start in getting God's attention.