First cup coffee series...listening to a reorganized collection of CDs while enjoying those first sips of rich coffee...
December 4, 2022
Keith Jarrett totally improvising, letting his inner skylark free on stage in front of a huge audience outdoors in Germany. His recording, made in 1975, became an early morning mantra that transformed me, my psyche tagging along, into an out of the blue surprising Zen moment .....by turns igniting ruminative contemplative cheerful and evocative interior solos of my own, ping-ponging as unexpected flights as Jarrett’s fingers press on just about every one of the 88 keys on the keyboard. Worries about my to-do list evaporated like mist on a summer morning, flashes like heat lighting on a hot August night inexplicably exposed vignettes of my life, past loves, dreams, disappointments, aspirations, regrets for things done/not done in a pure matter of fact way, no finger-pointing here only gratitude for having had them.
Music that appeals to me resonates in wells of memory so deep I can hear an echo as I peer down and exhale. Feels like Jarrett is peering down his own well,
I picture him bent over the keyboard, seemingly oblivious to the crowd of thousands quietly observing his creative genius, fingers on the keys, feet on the pedals, displaying a cognitive sentient mirror through which the audience can see themselves transformed into a dynamic, representational sense of their own interior landscape, like a Whistler watercolor, with a touch of his their own hearts in the wet paper.
Photos by Paul A. Tamburello, Jr.
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