A lot of people hate to har or see the word passion when it related to a job. I hear that on some occasions, but the job that absolutely blows that theory open is being a jazz musician. Anyone can play the notes, but only a true jazz musician can feel the groove, the jam, the rhythym that makes jazz the soulful, masterful work that it is.
Last night I went to hear the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra, led by Wynton Marsalis, at UNC’s Memorial Hall. What an experience!! These guys were feeling every piece (although admittedly, some more than others it appeared) and bringing this soulful real music to life.
As I was sitting there bobbing to the beat, it was amazing to watch the pianist, an unassuming guy, gyrate to the beat and tap his foot rhythmically what underlaying the foundation of each piece. Beautiful. And Ali, the drummer! His facial expressions say it all. He was feeling the percussion, head bobbing, body swaying, expressions matching the music. Ah man! It reminds me why I love jazz soo much!
And to see these guys, who are clearly doing what they love, inspires me to find my place in that realm. When can I find the job that brings a smile to my face just making it happen. I’m not there now, although really good at what I do, but I’d like to be there. In a place where people look at me while I’m doing my job and can tell how much I enjoy it.
Thank you JALC for reminding me of that place, and for bring a smile to my face for 90 minutes straight last night!
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