Vague-posting a bit here, but I want to mark the day without getting into details at the moment.
When I moved to Seattle in 2014, my musical life and personality was figuratively stored away in a little box. It was a necessary compartmentalization to facilitate some major life and career changes.
I knew I had to completely let go of the past to live in the present and prepare a new future. So I just put it away. I tried taking it back out on a few occasions, but it was never the right time, and didn’t feel right. It made me sad for what I missed from the past.
In recent months there has been a scratching noise coming from that box, like something trying to escape. It’s been getting more intense.
I had a conversation with a friend this morning that led to me creating some blank staff paper this afternoon.
This conversation was not a singular or first manifestation of this re-emergence of my musical side. I had a conversation with a different friend a few days ago about her own similar path in this regard, and how that has been going for her. I have also started playing in a local brass band.
Hell, even getting this site redone, and this blog space fired up, is part of that entire mental shift of getting back to being a creator again.
Things are happening. I think the use for that box is coming to a close.
. It’s jazz with an aroma of funky NOLA stank, and is both cerebral and visceral. Jason is a monster sax player, the tunes are excellent, and the whole thing sounds like a million bucks. Congrats to him!