This past weekend Nick and I went to New Orleans for the first time. We were enjoying some jazz music at Fritzel's European Jazz Pub when I noticed a sign on the wall saying, "NO DANCING." Now, the moment we entered the small bar, we were taken to our seats on an even smaller bench, and were sitting pretty darn close to our neighbors in every direction. So I can imagine that if someone decided to stand up and dance, things could get pretty dicey, pretty quick. Yet, the sign really bothered me. How did they define dancing, because I can't sit still and listen to jazz. My feet start tapping, my shoulders shaking, and my rib cage starts swaying side to side. Putting myself aside, let's talk about the musicians. Their entire bodies are responding to the music as they play (which by the way I would love to document in a dance film).
I took a picture of the sign, and I'll upload it to the blog later.
So this has become my motivation for the week, and what I am planning on showing as a structure improvisation at Venturing Out this Sunday. Let the practice begin.......
PS. I had to include the music this time: from the Original Jazz Masters Series, Vol 1, Disc 2, Perdido Street Blues (Chris Barber and Dr. John) and part of A Night in Tunisia (Don Byas)
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