My jazz has changed. Warts and all, Jazz is my call Reflecting life’s endeavors. I could never leave it. I mature and it matures. Meaning: freedom and invention. Freedom of invention, The sensation near ecstatic. Who cares if I use elbows to create a chord? No one! Who cares if I make ***** up, Am not a nerd – part of the herd? No one! Everything is up to me, in me, from me – Each note, each beat, each melody. Coming each year, parting fear That was and used to be there. A ready leaving of control, Letting an other whole come through. The point is: no one knows or cares but you. The freedom and invention where it should be At the very point in history.
My Jazz Has Changed 4.16.2017 Vaguely About Music II; Arlene Corwin