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Our opening number welcomes you, the listener, with sounds that hope are familiar, as we acknowledge the contributions of those who have come before us in creating such a rich legacy of creative improvised music, jazz.
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Somewhere in Eastern Europe, an imaginary peasant girl finishes a long workday and joins her friends for an evening of dance and merriment. Reality melts away as they merge with the spirits and power of the dance.
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Unable to express with words the feelings for one's lover, the musician sets fingers to strings to compose the sweetest melody and the most tenderest of harmonies as can be summoned. Still, they seem woefully insufficient.
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Not so much a song title as a stage direction. This gentle bossa is a hopeful meditation for a better world.
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The best vacations are when we get outside of ourselves. Here some folk and classical overtones are blended into our improvisation to provide us transport.
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Fact, fiction or science fiction? This free-form group improvisation, like a gathering storm, pulls energy into its center until it explodes and dissipates.
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The darkest side of humanity is out self-inflicted disease of armed conflict. This piece was composed on Veteran's Day 1999 in a sad moment of reflection on how much human spirit has been irretrievably wasted in the light-less vortex of war.
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Picture a rowboat lying perfectly still on a small pond, with fog obscuring the edges of the woods beyond the shore. In the water's glassy surface, the strangely inverted view of sky ripples from the slightest movement of unseen creatures. The little boat drifts indifferently.
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The title to this piece is a reference to the sound of a snapping drum head and a tightly spun unison melodic line. The beginning and ending is scored, planned and inevitable, but as in our lives, the middle section is improvised.
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