Jazz camp, street fair jazz festival, and reunion concerts one after the other in 2 weeks, I'm maxed out with jazz at the moment! Time for some classical music for now. Actually, I should start applying what I learned from camp - one day at a time, one page a day...Yeah!
Unfortunately, I injured my right thumb at work - Ouch!
I'll rest a bit and then, get going... aah!
Incidentally, I saw a shirt at the street fair, I liked what it says so I bought it -IF YOU WANT TO ACHIEVE GREATNESS, STOP ASKING PERMISSION - Yea!
Just came back from a jazz camp, my first music camp, first camping experience ever - old cabins, bathrooms outside, no TVs, no cell phones, no internet connections, and whoa, what an experience!! I enjoyed it beyond my expectations, I tell you!
I have always wondered how people enjoyed going back to the camp, many for 10-20 years, some since it started over 20 years ago, with the lack of amenities they had. Just thinking that some cabins are dilapidated, smelling of mold and mildew, with uncomfortable bunk beds and broken down cots, bathrooms and other facilities were not the most convenient - they were not inviting for me at all! But curiosity got the better of me so I finally went.
And wow, it was one of the best experiences of my life! Music was great! It was a week of intense learning. Then it went beyond that... it was transcendent! As exhausting as the activities were, non-stop, it was exhilarating! As uncomfortable as the lodgings were, it was home for a week! Just to be away from the outside world, and be one with the wilderness, it was splendid! It was breath-taking! The staff, headed by Stacey Hoffman and Madeline Eastman, the heart and soul of Jazz Camp West, the faculty, the cooks, the crew, the campers - everybody, everything at the camp was simply magnificent! There was so much love and camaraderie! So much fun! An indescribable feeling! An incredible experience! It's beyond words!
And my role model - Kai, a young guitarist, can't be more than 17 years old, unassuming, unaffected! Where his peers would be more into video games and the like in the outside world, he was there to play his guitar and man, can he play! Phenomenal! And when told how great he was, he'd just nod his head, acknowledging what you said, no ego, just matter of factly. He was there to learn and play music! That's all he cared about...
I'm back in the city, enjoying the comforts of my own home with nice cooling aromatherapy, my own comfortable bed fresh with warm linen, my own bathroom with towels delicately fragranced with fresh flower scents, and on and on and on... Will I go back to Jazz Camp West? You bet I will!!