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The mind of a musician

Posted by keithosaunders on June 17, 2017

Have you ever wondered how the jazz musician’s creative process works?  The other night I played Freddie Hubbard’s Little Sunflower at a jam session.  Here then is play by play on what went through my head as I played this piece.

D minor
good groove
not as bad as I thought
D minor
2nd 8
liking it
bridge
groovin’
d minor
hey watch that voicing
d minor
groove
d minor
pretty chick in the front
d minor
why are they in the bridge?
ok back on
groove
d minor
wonder how the mets are doing
groove
d minor
d minor
d minor
thank god there are no words to this
d minor
g sus b9 over D
groove
d minor
do I have to do laundry
d minor
will this solo ever end
d minor
this couldn’t be more monotonous
d minor
d minor
except if the rhythm section went into double time samba
d minor
d minor
twice as long d minor
Ok here it comes..
I’m ready
bridge bridge bridge bridge bridge
GOD DAMMIT THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE BRIDGE
d minor
d minor
I’m in hell
d minor
shoot me…

 

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Trumpet tocatta

Posted by keithosaunders on February 22, 2010

Every once in a while I go on a youtube binge.  Tonight I spent an hour watching jazz videos, primarily Freddie Hubbard, but also some Woody Shaw, Lee Morgan, Herbie Hancock, and Chick Corea.  With Freddie I am amazed not only at his chops but how fluid he was.  The notes streamed out in concise ideas and there was an electricity about him.   Every trumpet player wanted to be him. 

In my younger days I was drawn to the more mercurial sax players — Bird, Sonny Rollins, and Hank Mobley.  As I grow older I find myself leaning more towards the trumpet.  They can’t play as many notes as the sax — they have to come up for air — so their lyricism comes into sharper definition.  I really noticed it with Freddie tonight.  How he would play a phrase and step back, gearing up for the next one.   As a pianist they are more rewarding to accompany.  They leave space for your chords and the timber of their instrument compliments that of the piano. 

What put me off to trumpet in my younger days — the cockiness, which I took for arrogance — is now something which I appreciate.  You must be cocky to play that instrument, just as you have to be cocky to quarterback a football team.  Of course you have to be cocky to play jazz, period, but as a pianist you know that you are going to get a sound and you are buffered from the audience by virtue of your instrument.   Trumpeters are on the front lines — if they crack a note there is no hiding.

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