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Very good advice from Charles LaVere, delivered with sweet sincerity by Jack Teagarden:

I know I am name-dropping here, but (as a born hero-worshiper, it might be permitted me).  I have been in the entirely exalted company of my heroes — Becky Kilgore, Dan Barrett, Paolo Alderighi, Randy Porter  — for a recording session, a club date at Ivories, and a concert at Classic Pianos (here in frosty Portland, OR).

Dan Barrett began to play this song — IT’S ALL IN YOUR MIND — on the piano and we both worked our way through the lyrics, Dan leading the way.

What other song has the words KEEP AN IDEALISTIC POINT OF VIEW in it, expressed with such tenderness and optimism?  (And it’s not jokey — “keep your sunny side up” — but secure in the faith that rescue is possible, that good things come to those who are on the path meant for them.)

I hope the world is never heavy on your heart . . . but perhaps learning this song will be a good spiritual probiotic just in case.  Blessings on La Vere, Teagarden, Kilgore, Barrett, Alderighi, Porter, and my new Portland friends. Their love — expressed in music and other ways — makes it easier to keep my idealistic point of view, to float hope on the waves of change.

P.S.  The “Classic Jazz at Classic Pianos” concert is happening tonight — doors open at 7 PM.  That still leaves a good deal of time for people to get there . . . music that will make the heart light!

May your happiness increase!


The spiritually generous Enrico Borsetti sent me a gift of this image. 

He said he thinks of it as my Seal.  I’m thrilled.  What it stands for is sacred:

Three years ago, on February 21, I posted my first blog-entry: an announcement of the 2008 Jazz at Chautauqua.  JAZZ LIVES gives me immense pleasure among dear friends and a new community.   I’m having the time of my life, thanks to the music, the Beloved (whose idea it was I start a blog), and to my readers.   

February 25, 2011, marks another anniversary: it is one month since I began my experiment in asking my readers to give something back to the musicians.  As I write this, the JAZZ LIVES fund for the musicians has collected $758.00 from eighteen people (including myself and the Beloved). 

I promised at the start that I wouldn’t editorialize or have an animated thermometer to show how much money was coming in, or not.  And  I know that times are tough and that some jazz fans don’t have disposable money.  But a young musician, a young woman musician in the Midwest, sent me five dollars — her gum money for the week — to support the jazz creators she admires and has met on this blog.  That makes me feel good, and I trust that it does the same for my readers.  

These donations are, I am sure, only the first of many!

Finally, on the night of February 28, 2010, I was coming home from a wonderful night at The Ear Inn.  I will say only that my heart stood still (to quote Lorenz Hart) and I woke up face-down on the sidewalk: less than a week later I was the proud possessor of an incision, a pacemaker and defibrillator.  Now I keep excellent time, should you ask.  A year of being newly alive is something to celebrate, I hope you will agree.

JAZZ LIVES, too.  Thanks to all of you!