Ooh what they said about Ornette! Some folk are self imposed closed; they can't hear. Improvised music gets the worst rap; I know cats that graduated from all the schools you deem acceptable, play every instrument, dance, paint, sing. Intellectual. Political. Sensitive. Positive. Negative. Recluses. Jerks. Humanitarians. Vixens. Have OCD. Best schools. Worse schools. Plenty money. No money. Good folk and the shady. Holding down family. Creating family. STILL WE MUST PLAY. Improvised music is that jolt. You can't do it if you don't speak several musical languages. You have to have an ear, a story, an arsenal from which to draw. Someone starts a musical conversation and everyone shares in. You have to listen. Like double dutch .The story starter gives you the map and we each give our take on it. Then someone switches the course, everybody has to switch, too. Sometimes the noise is silence or breath. Sometimes it's holding space. It's communal. It takes bravery to play this type of music. Most of us can do what you do but could you do what we do? It's not for everyone. I mean, who's open to getting that free? Like there's only one way to be? Who's rule is that? All sounds and vibrations matter. It ain't easy but it's breathtaking!
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