Poem: "How to Get It Out"
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ysabetwordsmithThis poem is spillover from the January 3, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from alatefeline, technoshaman, and johnpalmer. It also fills the "angst" square in my 1-1-17 card for the Dark Fantasy Bingo fest. This poem is the free epic for the April 4, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl, based on an audience poll. It belongs to the Shiv thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.
"How to Get It Out"
Shiv was bussing tables
after the jazz joint closed for
the night. He wasn't fond of it,
but it was work he could do, and
at least it wasn't pushing papers.
The members of tonight's band,
the River City Flats, were up visiting
Omaha from the River City Blues Club.
Having taken a break after their last set,
they were now fooling around on the stage.
They had five people. Bujune Saint John,
the keyboardist, was the grandfather of
Demondre and Burley, both of whom
played tenor saxophone. Hwan Robertson
played alto saxophone, and Elliot Spicer
had a double bass taller than himself.
They didn't have a drummer,
so Popgun had filled in there,
but he'd already gone to bed.
Shiv wasn't sleepy, and he drifted
closer to the stage so he could listen.
"Your boss says you play sax."
Startled, Shiv looked up to find
Bujune watching him. "I, uh,
I'm learning. Or trying to."
"Why don't you go get your horn,
then come up here and jam
with us?" Bujune invited.
"Uh ..." Shiv looked around for
an excuse, then realized with
a sinking sensation that he had
already cleared all of the tables.
Boss White cleared his throat.
"When a man invites you to jam,
it's rude to refuse," he said.
"But I can hardly play the sax,"
Shiv hissed, feeling desperate.
"Have you been practicin' like
I showed you?" Boss White asked.
"Yeah, but I'm still not good enough
to get on a stage," Shiv protested.
Especially not that one, with the cats
he'd heard playing so sweet all night.
No way would he ever sound that good.
"Club's closed," Boss White said.
"Right now, it's not a stage, it's just
a place to sit. Run go get that horn."
An order was an order, so Shiv
dropped his rag on the nearest table
and jogged up to his apartment to get
his saxophone. He took a few moments
to assemble it, then walked back down.
"I don't know why you want me,"
Shiv said as he climbed onto the stage.
"If you're looking for another musician,
well, I just don't have it in me."
The old man laughed, long gray dreadlocks
swinging. "You got that exactly backwards,
boy," he said. "Music ain't somethin' that
you put in. It's something you let out."
"I don't get it," Shiv said, frowning.
"Music -- especially jazz and blues --
doesn't come from outside you. It comes
from inside you," Bujune said. "What you
got to do is dig around in there until you
find it, and then figure how to get it out."
Shiv thought about what Boss White
had said when giving him the horn.
He thought about how Dymin could get up
on stage and just sing her damn heart out,
like the time she had a bad breakup and
she sounded like she was about to puke up
the broken bits right there on the floorboards,
but it had the whole audience clapping
and crying at the same time.
He thought about how it felt
when he found the one right note.
"Yeah, maybe," Shiv said.
"Don't you maybe me," Bujune said.
"Ain't nobody works in a jazz joint
without they had a hard life, and
a happy life makes crappy jazz."
"Can't argue with that one," Shiv admitted.
"All right, then!" Bujune said, clapping
his hands. "You quit draggin' your feet,
sit your ass down, and blow your heart out.
Don't worry about makin' it fancy, just give us
a decent drone and we'll build a tune around it."
Apparently all those breath exercises
about holding a note were about
to be of some actual use.
"Okay," Shiv lied, and sat down.
He rubbed his fingers over the horn,
finding all the little dings and dents.
There weren't as many now as there
used to be. Shiv wasn't doing anything
on purpose, but he swore his superpower
was somehow smoothing out the flaws,
a little at a time. He thought the sax
sounded better, too, but wasn't sure.
"You may be wondering why I asked you
up here, when we got three saxes already,"
Bujune said, giving Shiv an expectant look.
"Yeah," Shiv said. His fingers tapped
at the keys, restless and edgy.
"With two tenors and two altos,
we can put one of each on drone
and let the other play a tune,"
Bujune explained. "Boys,
flip a coin for who goes first."
Demondre and Burley did it,
and Burley wound up on drone.
Shiv tried, he really did, but
the sax squeaked and stuttered
and stubbornly refused to mind.
"I told you I can't do this," he muttered.
He was such a fuckup. Everybody
knew it. Why couldn't they just leave him
on the beat as muscle and be done with it?
At least that was one thing he did well.
"Put your tongue on the reed for a minute,"
Bujune said. "That'll soften it up a bit
and make it easier for you to play."
Shiv did so, carefully. It was sharp.
He'd slit his lip on the thing once,
which had been fun for about
three seconds and then sucked.
To his surprise, the trick worked.
When he blew, the horn gave out
a warm, mellow note just like
it was supposed to do.
"That's good," Bujune said.
"You hold it just like that, and
don't pay us no mind. You
ever hum while you work?"
"Yeah, sometimes," Shiv said.
"Think of it that way, then,"
said Bujune. "You keep up
that hum, and we'll do our thing."
So Shiv played the best drone
that he could, which wasn't great,
but got the job done, and he
listened to the band.
Playing the same note for
as long as he had breath was
boring, but he had to admit that
with the deeper tenor drone,
it sounded pretty good.
The other two saxophones
noodled around on top of that.
Elliot plucked his bass, and
he was as steady on the beat
as a drummer, giving the strings
a good thwack that made them
sound almost like percussion.
Bujune's fingers flowed over
the keyboard, the notes light and
airy as thistledown dancing in the wind.
Then the music turned darker,
deeper, like a storm blowing in.
Elliot's base rumbled like thunder,
and Bujune slid down to the low notes
on his keyboard. Demondre somehow
made his horn wail like the wind.
Shiv played the drone, and then
something amazing happened:
it stopped being boring.
He remembered lying in bed
on a hot summer day, way up
in the attic bedroom, hating
everyone and feeling like
he was about to explode.
Feeling like a thundercloud
the moment before the lightning.
That feeling came up and out
through his mouth, and the horn
gave a long, low moan like a tree
in a storm, bending and creaking.
Shiv wasn't doing anything different
that he could tell, but it sure sounded
different, and the cats all grinned
and nodded at him, so he must be
doing something right after all.
He lost himself in the sound
of the drone and the way that
his breathing had to wrap itself
around the music, until he felt
lightheaded and half-stoned.
The music wound its way from
storm to river to ocean waves,
different tides of emotion surging
through the instruments around him.
It was rage and heartache and
a fierce, rebellious joy. The blue notes
gave it a willful air, just that little bit
off true, like musical delinquents.
Shiv's mouth wanted to smile,
and the drone note sweetened
between his lips, even though he
still wasn't doing anything deliberate
to change the sound of it.
At last the music wound down
and the jam session broke up.
Bujune clapped Shiv on the shoulder,
hard enough to rock him in his chair,
but the soft spread hand didn't hurt.
"There now, I knew you had it in you!"
the old man exclaimed with a grin.
The other band members nodded
and shook Shiv's hand and thanked him
for jamming along with them.
Boss White cleared his throat, and
Shiv wondered what the heck
he could be signaling for.
Then Shiv realized, and
mumbled his own thanks.
He still didn't know why they
were so fired up about him,
but he could go through
the motions of manners.
"Go on up to bed, Shiv,
you look about done in,"
Boss White said.
"But I'm supposed to help
load up the van," Shiv said.
He liked roadie work a lot better
than bussing tables, even if he
couldn't lift as much as some of
the other guys could. "Besides,
I'm not even tired anymore."
That was funny. He had been
exhausted before he started playing.
"Yes, you are, even if you can't
feel it right now," said Boss White.
"You need sleep, so git."
"Okay, boss," said Shiv.
He nodded to the band,
who were picking up their stuff
from the stage. Then he went
upstairs to his apartment.
He took apart his saxophone
cleaned it carefully, and then
put it back into its case.
By then he actually did feel sleepy.
Shiv got ready for bed, then
lay on his back and stared up
at the smooth white ceiling.
One hand drifted over
the Microfyne blanket, and
the other curled under his pillow.
In his mind, he could still hear
the soulful sound of his sax.
* * *
Notes:
Burley Saint John -- He is short and fat, with toasty brown skin, brown eyes, and short nappy black hair. He is 19 years old. He is the grandson of Bujune Saint John and the younger brother of Demondre. He lives with his family in a 3-bedroom apartment above the River City Blues Club. Burley plays tenor saxophone for a band called the River City Flats.
Qualities: Expert (+4) Reliable, Good (+2) Durable, Good (+2) Follower, Good (+2) Tenor Saxophone Player
Poor (-2) Out of Shape
Hwan Robertson -- He has golden-fair skin, almond-shaped brown eyes, and short black hair. He is average height with a squarish face. He is 24 years old. He lives with his roommate Elliot Spicer in a 2-bedroom apartment above the River City Blues Club. Hwan plays alto saxophone for a band called the River City Flats.
Qualities: Expert (+4) Dexterity, Good (+2) Alto Saxophone Player, Good (+2) Loyal, Good (+2) Memory
Poor (-2) Making Plans
Demondre Saint John -- He is tall and thin, with toffee brown skin, brown eyes, and short nappy black hair. He is 21 years old. He is the grandson of Bujune Saint John and the older brother of Burley. He lives with his family in a 3-bedroom apartment above the River City Blues Club. Demondre plays tenor saxophone for a band called the River City Flats.
Qualities: Good (+2) Family Traditions, Good (+2) Intellectual, Good (+2) Leader, Good (+2) Tall, Good (+2) Tenor Saxophone Player
Poor (-2) Sensitive to Cold
Elliot Spicer -- He has pale skin, green eyes, and a sheepdog mop of very curly brown hair that hides half his face. He is 18 years old. He lives with his roommate Hwan Robertson in a 2-bedroom apartment above the River City Blues Club. Elliot belongs to a band called the River City Flats. He plays double bass in jazz and blues. He is also learning acoustic guitar, but so far has only average skill at that.
Qualities: Good (+2) College Student, Good (+2) Hipster, Good (+2) Double Bass Player, Good (+2) Nimble, Good (+2) Soulful
Poor (-2) Family Drama
Bujune Saint John -- He has mahogany skin, brown eyes, and long gray dreadlocks. He is the grandfather of Demondre and Burley Saint John. He lives across the hall from his family in a studio apartment above the River City Blues Club. Bujune belongs to a band called the River City Flats. He can play piano, organ, and synthesizer with equal skill. His poor vision makes it risky for him to drive, so he prefers to ride with someone else or take the bus.
Qualities: Master (+6) Keyboards, Expert (+4) Observant, Expert (+4) Patriarch, Good (+2) Contentment, Good (+2) Fast, Good (+2) Music Store Owner, Good (+2) Teacher
Poor (-2) Driver
* * *
"I've come up with the theory that the music is within. We don't bring it in; it's already there. We have to figure out how to get it out."
-- Howard Roberts
The River City Blues Club is the brown-and-white building in the foreground. The basement car park has 7 regular spaces and 1 ADA space, elevator, fire stairs, and a garbage room. The ground floor features a jazz lobby, planter, bar, jazz club, stage, large lounge, small lounge, women's restroom, men's restroom, ADA dottie, elevator lobby, elevator, fire stairs, kitchen, and storage pantry. The first floor has one studio apartment, a garden feature, fire stairs, elevator, cafe restaurant, dottie, cafe kitchen, and a storage pantry. The second floor contains one studio apartment (home to Bujune), and one large apartment with two master bedrooms and a spare bedroom (home to Burley and Demondre). The third floor has two 2-bedroom apartments (home to Hwan and Elliot). The roof holds tables and chairs, lounges under umbrellas, a roof garden, an arbor of muscadine grapes, elevator, fire stairs, water tanks, and solar panels.
This center of this picture shows the outside of the Blues Moon building with the main floor and two layers of apartments. The smaller building on the right also belongs to the Ebonies & Ivories, used as storage space for artwork and furnishings which can be used in any of the apartments above the jazz joint. Here is the layout of the main floor showing the jazz club and restaurant. The two floors above the club have apartments similar to these. The hallway extends all the way to the back stairs. The central stairwell and elevator is instead a common lounge area. On the lower floor, the front right "open" apartment is a flop room with multiple beds, which can sleep a total of 12 people. The front left "Mies" apartment is furnished normally, but not permanently assigned, used as temporary housing or extra function space as needed. Shiv gets the back left "standard" apartment, with the bathroom protected inside the bedroom. Popgun has the right middle semi-open apartment. On the top floor, Boss White has the back left "standard" apartment, and Lieutenant Brown has the back right semi-open apartment.
The stage is flanked by two bars. This stairwell leads from the jazz club to the apartments. In Shiv's living room, the black-bordered blanket is spread over a large futon. Shiv's bedroom has the bed framed by old windows.
Bussing tables is a basic job at a club or restaurant.
Jazz music is often played by several people in a jazz band. It features a variety of instruments.
Saxophones come in several types. They are popular in jazz. Learn how to play jazz saxophone.
Double bass is large bowed string instrument popular for jazz base. Read about playing it.
Keyboards also have a diversity of styles. Jazz piano may be played on a piano or electric keyboard.
A jam session is an informal gathering where several musicians play together, often improvising. Learn some techniques for jazz improvisation. Here is a basic lesson in improvisation for jazz piano. Set up and try some tips for jamming. Enjoy a lesson in blues jamming for electric guitar. Listen to some pros jam with guitars, keyboard, and saxophone.
One extremely useful technique in horns is playing a good long drone note. As a musical exercise, it's boring but it hones several skills simultaneously including pitch, control, and support. Then when you get into a jam session or band, you can divide out the duplicate horns so that one person plays a drone while the other(s) plays riffs. This adds a great deal of depth and complexity to the music. Also, being willing and able to drone can make you popular because most people want to get onstage and show off. They like a guy who'll just sit there and blow. Since the last thing Shiv wants is limelight, this works out great. Later on, you learn to jam by improvising riffs over someone else's drone. Extensively used in blues, the drone also appears in jazz.
Particularly with new musicians, hearing an expert can create one of two feelings: "I want to play like that and should practice more," or "I could never play like that and should just quit now." Imposter syndrome is when someone feels they don't have a right to be what or where they are. In musicians, it manifests as never feeling good enough, as if they not "real" musicians. (If you play an instrument, you are a real musician. Quality is another question altogether.) There are ways to overcome imposter syndrome.
Music and emotion have a deep connection. Music is what emotions sound like, and it can express feelings that are difficult or impossible to put into words. Read about expressing emotion with a saxophone or a guitar.
alatefeline, technoshaman, and johnpalmer. It also fills the "angst" square in my 1-1-17 card for the Dark Fantasy Bingo fest. This poem is the free epic for the April 4, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl, based on an audience poll. It belongs to the Shiv thread of the Polychrome Heroics series."How to Get It Out"
Shiv was bussing tables
after the jazz joint closed for
the night. He wasn't fond of it,
but it was work he could do, and
at least it wasn't pushing papers.
The members of tonight's band,
the River City Flats, were up visiting
Omaha from the River City Blues Club.
Having taken a break after their last set,
they were now fooling around on the stage.
They had five people. Bujune Saint John,
the keyboardist, was the grandfather of
Demondre and Burley, both of whom
played tenor saxophone. Hwan Robertson
played alto saxophone, and Elliot Spicer
had a double bass taller than himself.
They didn't have a drummer,
so Popgun had filled in there,
but he'd already gone to bed.
Shiv wasn't sleepy, and he drifted
closer to the stage so he could listen.
"Your boss says you play sax."
Startled, Shiv looked up to find
Bujune watching him. "I, uh,
I'm learning. Or trying to."
"Why don't you go get your horn,
then come up here and jam
with us?" Bujune invited.
"Uh ..." Shiv looked around for
an excuse, then realized with
a sinking sensation that he had
already cleared all of the tables.
Boss White cleared his throat.
"When a man invites you to jam,
it's rude to refuse," he said.
"But I can hardly play the sax,"
Shiv hissed, feeling desperate.
"Have you been practicin' like
I showed you?" Boss White asked.
"Yeah, but I'm still not good enough
to get on a stage," Shiv protested.
Especially not that one, with the cats
he'd heard playing so sweet all night.
No way would he ever sound that good.
"Club's closed," Boss White said.
"Right now, it's not a stage, it's just
a place to sit. Run go get that horn."
An order was an order, so Shiv
dropped his rag on the nearest table
and jogged up to his apartment to get
his saxophone. He took a few moments
to assemble it, then walked back down.
"I don't know why you want me,"
Shiv said as he climbed onto the stage.
"If you're looking for another musician,
well, I just don't have it in me."
The old man laughed, long gray dreadlocks
swinging. "You got that exactly backwards,
boy," he said. "Music ain't somethin' that
you put in. It's something you let out."
"I don't get it," Shiv said, frowning.
"Music -- especially jazz and blues --
doesn't come from outside you. It comes
from inside you," Bujune said. "What you
got to do is dig around in there until you
find it, and then figure how to get it out."
Shiv thought about what Boss White
had said when giving him the horn.
He thought about how Dymin could get up
on stage and just sing her damn heart out,
like the time she had a bad breakup and
she sounded like she was about to puke up
the broken bits right there on the floorboards,
but it had the whole audience clapping
and crying at the same time.
He thought about how it felt
when he found the one right note.
"Yeah, maybe," Shiv said.
"Don't you maybe me," Bujune said.
"Ain't nobody works in a jazz joint
without they had a hard life, and
a happy life makes crappy jazz."
"Can't argue with that one," Shiv admitted.
"All right, then!" Bujune said, clapping
his hands. "You quit draggin' your feet,
sit your ass down, and blow your heart out.
Don't worry about makin' it fancy, just give us
a decent drone and we'll build a tune around it."
Apparently all those breath exercises
about holding a note were about
to be of some actual use.
"Okay," Shiv lied, and sat down.
He rubbed his fingers over the horn,
finding all the little dings and dents.
There weren't as many now as there
used to be. Shiv wasn't doing anything
on purpose, but he swore his superpower
was somehow smoothing out the flaws,
a little at a time. He thought the sax
sounded better, too, but wasn't sure.
"You may be wondering why I asked you
up here, when we got three saxes already,"
Bujune said, giving Shiv an expectant look.
"Yeah," Shiv said. His fingers tapped
at the keys, restless and edgy.
"With two tenors and two altos,
we can put one of each on drone
and let the other play a tune,"
Bujune explained. "Boys,
flip a coin for who goes first."
Demondre and Burley did it,
and Burley wound up on drone.
Shiv tried, he really did, but
the sax squeaked and stuttered
and stubbornly refused to mind.
"I told you I can't do this," he muttered.
He was such a fuckup. Everybody
knew it. Why couldn't they just leave him
on the beat as muscle and be done with it?
At least that was one thing he did well.
"Put your tongue on the reed for a minute,"
Bujune said. "That'll soften it up a bit
and make it easier for you to play."
Shiv did so, carefully. It was sharp.
He'd slit his lip on the thing once,
which had been fun for about
three seconds and then sucked.
To his surprise, the trick worked.
When he blew, the horn gave out
a warm, mellow note just like
it was supposed to do.
"That's good," Bujune said.
"You hold it just like that, and
don't pay us no mind. You
ever hum while you work?"
"Yeah, sometimes," Shiv said.
"Think of it that way, then,"
said Bujune. "You keep up
that hum, and we'll do our thing."
So Shiv played the best drone
that he could, which wasn't great,
but got the job done, and he
listened to the band.
Playing the same note for
as long as he had breath was
boring, but he had to admit that
with the deeper tenor drone,
it sounded pretty good.
The other two saxophones
noodled around on top of that.
Elliot plucked his bass, and
he was as steady on the beat
as a drummer, giving the strings
a good thwack that made them
sound almost like percussion.
Bujune's fingers flowed over
the keyboard, the notes light and
airy as thistledown dancing in the wind.
Then the music turned darker,
deeper, like a storm blowing in.
Elliot's base rumbled like thunder,
and Bujune slid down to the low notes
on his keyboard. Demondre somehow
made his horn wail like the wind.
Shiv played the drone, and then
something amazing happened:
it stopped being boring.
He remembered lying in bed
on a hot summer day, way up
in the attic bedroom, hating
everyone and feeling like
he was about to explode.
Feeling like a thundercloud
the moment before the lightning.
That feeling came up and out
through his mouth, and the horn
gave a long, low moan like a tree
in a storm, bending and creaking.
Shiv wasn't doing anything different
that he could tell, but it sure sounded
different, and the cats all grinned
and nodded at him, so he must be
doing something right after all.
He lost himself in the sound
of the drone and the way that
his breathing had to wrap itself
around the music, until he felt
lightheaded and half-stoned.
The music wound its way from
storm to river to ocean waves,
different tides of emotion surging
through the instruments around him.
It was rage and heartache and
a fierce, rebellious joy. The blue notes
gave it a willful air, just that little bit
off true, like musical delinquents.
Shiv's mouth wanted to smile,
and the drone note sweetened
between his lips, even though he
still wasn't doing anything deliberate
to change the sound of it.
At last the music wound down
and the jam session broke up.
Bujune clapped Shiv on the shoulder,
hard enough to rock him in his chair,
but the soft spread hand didn't hurt.
"There now, I knew you had it in you!"
the old man exclaimed with a grin.
The other band members nodded
and shook Shiv's hand and thanked him
for jamming along with them.
Boss White cleared his throat, and
Shiv wondered what the heck
he could be signaling for.
Then Shiv realized, and
mumbled his own thanks.
He still didn't know why they
were so fired up about him,
but he could go through
the motions of manners.
"Go on up to bed, Shiv,
you look about done in,"
Boss White said.
"But I'm supposed to help
load up the van," Shiv said.
He liked roadie work a lot better
than bussing tables, even if he
couldn't lift as much as some of
the other guys could. "Besides,
I'm not even tired anymore."
That was funny. He had been
exhausted before he started playing.
"Yes, you are, even if you can't
feel it right now," said Boss White.
"You need sleep, so git."
"Okay, boss," said Shiv.
He nodded to the band,
who were picking up their stuff
from the stage. Then he went
upstairs to his apartment.
He took apart his saxophone
cleaned it carefully, and then
put it back into its case.
By then he actually did feel sleepy.
Shiv got ready for bed, then
lay on his back and stared up
at the smooth white ceiling.
One hand drifted over
the Microfyne blanket, and
the other curled under his pillow.
In his mind, he could still hear
the soulful sound of his sax.
* * *
Notes:
Burley Saint John -- He is short and fat, with toasty brown skin, brown eyes, and short nappy black hair. He is 19 years old. He is the grandson of Bujune Saint John and the younger brother of Demondre. He lives with his family in a 3-bedroom apartment above the River City Blues Club. Burley plays tenor saxophone for a band called the River City Flats.
Qualities: Expert (+4) Reliable, Good (+2) Durable, Good (+2) Follower, Good (+2) Tenor Saxophone Player
Poor (-2) Out of Shape
Hwan Robertson -- He has golden-fair skin, almond-shaped brown eyes, and short black hair. He is average height with a squarish face. He is 24 years old. He lives with his roommate Elliot Spicer in a 2-bedroom apartment above the River City Blues Club. Hwan plays alto saxophone for a band called the River City Flats.
Qualities: Expert (+4) Dexterity, Good (+2) Alto Saxophone Player, Good (+2) Loyal, Good (+2) Memory
Poor (-2) Making Plans
Demondre Saint John -- He is tall and thin, with toffee brown skin, brown eyes, and short nappy black hair. He is 21 years old. He is the grandson of Bujune Saint John and the older brother of Burley. He lives with his family in a 3-bedroom apartment above the River City Blues Club. Demondre plays tenor saxophone for a band called the River City Flats.
Qualities: Good (+2) Family Traditions, Good (+2) Intellectual, Good (+2) Leader, Good (+2) Tall, Good (+2) Tenor Saxophone Player
Poor (-2) Sensitive to Cold
Elliot Spicer -- He has pale skin, green eyes, and a sheepdog mop of very curly brown hair that hides half his face. He is 18 years old. He lives with his roommate Hwan Robertson in a 2-bedroom apartment above the River City Blues Club. Elliot belongs to a band called the River City Flats. He plays double bass in jazz and blues. He is also learning acoustic guitar, but so far has only average skill at that.
Qualities: Good (+2) College Student, Good (+2) Hipster, Good (+2) Double Bass Player, Good (+2) Nimble, Good (+2) Soulful
Poor (-2) Family Drama
Bujune Saint John -- He has mahogany skin, brown eyes, and long gray dreadlocks. He is the grandfather of Demondre and Burley Saint John. He lives across the hall from his family in a studio apartment above the River City Blues Club. Bujune belongs to a band called the River City Flats. He can play piano, organ, and synthesizer with equal skill. His poor vision makes it risky for him to drive, so he prefers to ride with someone else or take the bus.
Qualities: Master (+6) Keyboards, Expert (+4) Observant, Expert (+4) Patriarch, Good (+2) Contentment, Good (+2) Fast, Good (+2) Music Store Owner, Good (+2) Teacher
Poor (-2) Driver
* * *
"I've come up with the theory that the music is within. We don't bring it in; it's already there. We have to figure out how to get it out."
-- Howard Roberts
The River City Blues Club is the brown-and-white building in the foreground. The basement car park has 7 regular spaces and 1 ADA space, elevator, fire stairs, and a garbage room. The ground floor features a jazz lobby, planter, bar, jazz club, stage, large lounge, small lounge, women's restroom, men's restroom, ADA dottie, elevator lobby, elevator, fire stairs, kitchen, and storage pantry. The first floor has one studio apartment, a garden feature, fire stairs, elevator, cafe restaurant, dottie, cafe kitchen, and a storage pantry. The second floor contains one studio apartment (home to Bujune), and one large apartment with two master bedrooms and a spare bedroom (home to Burley and Demondre). The third floor has two 2-bedroom apartments (home to Hwan and Elliot). The roof holds tables and chairs, lounges under umbrellas, a roof garden, an arbor of muscadine grapes, elevator, fire stairs, water tanks, and solar panels.
This center of this picture shows the outside of the Blues Moon building with the main floor and two layers of apartments. The smaller building on the right also belongs to the Ebonies & Ivories, used as storage space for artwork and furnishings which can be used in any of the apartments above the jazz joint. Here is the layout of the main floor showing the jazz club and restaurant. The two floors above the club have apartments similar to these. The hallway extends all the way to the back stairs. The central stairwell and elevator is instead a common lounge area. On the lower floor, the front right "open" apartment is a flop room with multiple beds, which can sleep a total of 12 people. The front left "Mies" apartment is furnished normally, but not permanently assigned, used as temporary housing or extra function space as needed. Shiv gets the back left "standard" apartment, with the bathroom protected inside the bedroom. Popgun has the right middle semi-open apartment. On the top floor, Boss White has the back left "standard" apartment, and Lieutenant Brown has the back right semi-open apartment.
The stage is flanked by two bars. This stairwell leads from the jazz club to the apartments. In Shiv's living room, the black-bordered blanket is spread over a large futon. Shiv's bedroom has the bed framed by old windows.
Bussing tables is a basic job at a club or restaurant.
Jazz music is often played by several people in a jazz band. It features a variety of instruments.
Saxophones come in several types. They are popular in jazz. Learn how to play jazz saxophone.
Double bass is large bowed string instrument popular for jazz base. Read about playing it.
Keyboards also have a diversity of styles. Jazz piano may be played on a piano or electric keyboard.
A jam session is an informal gathering where several musicians play together, often improvising. Learn some techniques for jazz improvisation. Here is a basic lesson in improvisation for jazz piano. Set up and try some tips for jamming. Enjoy a lesson in blues jamming for electric guitar. Listen to some pros jam with guitars, keyboard, and saxophone.
One extremely useful technique in horns is playing a good long drone note. As a musical exercise, it's boring but it hones several skills simultaneously including pitch, control, and support. Then when you get into a jam session or band, you can divide out the duplicate horns so that one person plays a drone while the other(s) plays riffs. This adds a great deal of depth and complexity to the music. Also, being willing and able to drone can make you popular because most people want to get onstage and show off. They like a guy who'll just sit there and blow. Since the last thing Shiv wants is limelight, this works out great. Later on, you learn to jam by improvising riffs over someone else's drone. Extensively used in blues, the drone also appears in jazz.
Particularly with new musicians, hearing an expert can create one of two feelings: "I want to play like that and should practice more," or "I could never play like that and should just quit now." Imposter syndrome is when someone feels they don't have a right to be what or where they are. In musicians, it manifests as never feeling good enough, as if they not "real" musicians. (If you play an instrument, you are a real musician. Quality is another question altogether.) There are ways to overcome imposter syndrome.
Music and emotion have a deep connection. Music is what emotions sound like, and it can express feelings that are difficult or impossible to put into words. Read about expressing emotion with a saxophone or a guitar.
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Date: 2017-04-12 04:15 am (UTC)So smiling helps the sax' sound as well as the voice's? Cool.
The double bass is a traditional old-school jazz instrument, but there is also a jazz *electric* bass. The electronics can be set so it sounds like a bass fiddle, and the neck is tapered for faster/easier play. (In jazz, even the bass gets a solo, unlike rock, where it rarely does - Rush notwithstanding :)
That one is mine, in the icon. ;)
Thank you!
Date: 2017-04-12 06:59 am (UTC)Decades of practice. ;)
>> Inner!Me feels like I just spent 90 minutes on a massage table being worked on by one of the best... :delicious shiver as tension fades: Dayum. <<
Yay! I pay a lot of attention to the sensations that music evokes, to tension and relaxation, so that I can include that in my descriptions.
>> So smiling helps the sax' sound as well as the voice's? Cool. <<
Whatever contact point you have with an instrument, changes in that will affect the performance. For a sax, it's primarily your mouth and breath. For a piano, it's the tension and weight of your hands. And so on. Surprisingly subtle changes can influence the sounds.
>> The double bass is a traditional old-school jazz instrument, but there is also a jazz *electric* bass. The electronics can be set so it sounds like a bass fiddle, and the neck is tapered for faster/easier play. (In jazz, even the bass gets a solo, unlike rock, where it rarely does - Rush notwithstanding :) <<
Awesome.
>> That one is mine, in the icon. ;) <<
Wow!
Re: Thank you!
Date: 2017-04-12 03:48 pm (UTC)*sigh* I don't know what I'm gonna do with it. I had only started to learn when I did that stupid thing to my arm ... jeezus, nearly two years ago now... the south paw is *probably* up to it now, but I don't really have a motivation like I did before....
I probably should find it a good home. But I kinda don' wanna... y'know?
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Date: 2017-04-12 04:39 pm (UTC)That sounds lovely.
>> *sigh* I don't know what I'm gonna do with it. I had only started to learn when I did that stupid thing to my arm ... jeezus, nearly two years ago now... the south paw is *probably* up to it now, but I don't really have a motivation like I did before.... <<
Can you think of a more appealing way to exercise your damaged appendage? Music therapy isn't just for emotional impact, it has physical benefits too. You might need to try it both ways, to see which is less awkward for your left hand, fretting or playing; but it's probably doable.
>> I probably should find it a good home. But I kinda don' wanna... y'know? <<
At least pick it up and give it a try for a few weeks. After some of the upheavals you've had, it would be good to get something new in your life. If it doesn't work out, then you'll know for sure because you tried, you won't be just guessing. You can either keep it, or let it go with a lighter heart.
You might ask around to see if you can find a music therapist, or a teacher who has interest in that area. Not only can they help you, if the bass doesn't pan out, they might know a kid who needs a better instrument than he can afford, so you could turn your hardship into someone else's joy.
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Date: 2017-04-18 03:22 am (UTC)If you find someone who needs it, that might be a time when you "should" find it a good home. Or if you really need it out of your life, then, sure, you should find a new home for it then, too. But this sounds like you want to throw out a human, and reasonable, dream too early. My humble opinion, worth half what you paid for it, so long as you didn't actually *pay* for it.
(And of course, I'm not saying or suggesting that you "should" keep it either - when I said "this sounds" one way, I'm still guessing from written words.)
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Date: 2017-04-18 04:13 am (UTC)Well...
Date: 2017-04-18 04:16 am (UTC)But there is another possibility: perhaps it will belong with you at future-home.
Re: Well...
Date: 2017-04-18 04:18 am (UTC)Not deciding this tonight. Intend to sit with it a while.
Re: Well...
Date: 2017-04-18 04:25 am (UTC)Re: Thank you!
Date: 2017-04-21 09:28 am (UTC)I don't play my guitar very much either since I broke my wrist; it healed okay, but I've permanently lost about 20° of flex on that hand, and chording isn't as comfortable as it used to be. But I was never a great guitarist, so I can still get by well enough that I don't want to get rid of it.
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Date: 2017-04-12 06:48 am (UTC)Thank you!
Date: 2017-04-12 06:54 am (UTC)You reminded me of something
Date: 2017-04-12 10:09 am (UTC)I was reminded of my own experience with learning jazz.
When I was thirteen, I played the flute in the junior-high band in the public junior high school in our neighborhood of Riverdale, the Bronx, NYC. I wanted to go to the High School of Music and Art, not the Bronx High School of Science. (It was not arrogance but surety in my own smarts that made Bronx Science a safe bet. And I was right.)
We found a private flute teacher who is a jazz musician (sax), and he started me on long tones. Unlike playing drone, this was more taking a deep breath and letting it out naturally through the flute. (He made me put the flute down and yawn to get the idea.) I learned a whole lot about what you could do to bend notes on the flute.
I did get into M&A for flute and voice (played the Sailor's Hornpipe and Amazing Grace, as they are short pieces showing speed and tone) but had to pick one. I ended up meeting amazing people, but I and about half the other flutists shouldn't have gotten in. I heard at the 25th reunion that I would have LOVED the voice department, dammit.
Re: You reminded me of something
Date: 2017-04-12 06:04 pm (UTC)Yay! :D
Normally I'm not a fan of pushing people into things, because it often backfires. In this case, however:
1) Shiv's self-image is bent to hell, and this is well established in the storyline.
2) Boss White is a telepath, and also has known him for a couple years or so.
Therefore, Boss White has a more accurate assessment of Shiv's capabilities than Shiv himself does. Boss White also knows the River City Flats well enough to trust that they won't drop the poor kid on his head.
>> I was reminded of my own experience with learning jazz. <<
:D
>> We found a private flute teacher who is a jazz musician (sax), and he started me on long tones. Unlike playing drone, this was more taking a deep breath and letting it out naturally through the flute. (He made me put the flute down and yawn to get the idea.) I learned a whole lot about what you could do to bend notes on the flute.<<
Fascinating!
>> I did get into M&A for flute and voice (played the Sailor's Hornpipe and Amazing Grace, as they are short pieces showing speed and tone) but had to pick one. <<
It's nice that you got in, but sucks that people weren't willing to teach ALL of you. >_< Diversity is a precious gift, especially in music. Performers who can do more than one thing capably are more valued than those who can only do one -- especially in jazz.
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Date: 2017-04-12 11:39 am (UTC)and I'm glad you touched on imposter syndrome, one of the bits about Shiv I really sympathise with for what should eb obvious reasons.
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Date: 2017-04-12 03:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-04-12 03:56 pm (UTC)So, we're in good company at least...
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Date: 2017-04-12 04:01 pm (UTC)"In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit..."
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Date: 2017-04-12 04:08 pm (UTC)The rest is down to editing.
Okay...
Date: 2017-04-12 04:50 pm (UTC)First, you need to understand the structure of a plot. There are different ways to build these things, but they're like bridges, they should still have a recognizable shape. Almost always, they have a beginning and an end in that order (allowing for exceptions due to time travel, etc.). Also there aren't that many versions that work. So you can study a range of plot shapes and learn them. It is then much easier to identify a good ending. Usually you want to spike it, not dribble off into nowhere.
http://io9.gizmodo.com/the-universal-
http://www.intergalacticmedicineshow.
By the way, #2 on this one is the hurt/comfort ratchet, which supports much higher tension without burning out author, characters, or audience.
http://lithub.com/how-to-draw-a-novel/
https://booksaroundthetable.wordpress.
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Date: 2017-04-12 04:17 pm (UTC)Re: ...
Date: 2017-04-12 04:32 pm (UTC)Re: ...
Date: 2017-04-12 05:25 pm (UTC)Well...
Date: 2017-04-12 04:56 pm (UTC)I have a very easy time starting things, and find it much more challenging to finish them. It's not that I have trouble identifying a good ending, but rather, sustaining momentum. My soul works faster than my mind works faster than my brain works faster than my fingers. Add in my lack of temporal anchorage and you see the problem. It's worse the longer something gets, so I do better with shorter than longer works.
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Date: 2017-04-21 09:35 am (UTC)Re: Well...
Date: 2017-04-21 06:32 pm (UTC)* Look for a catchy phrase inside the writing.
* Think of a theme or topic related to the work, do a search for quotations about it, and choose a phrase from that.
* Consider common title patterns: "(noun) and (noun)," "The (adjective) (noun)," "(verbing) (preposition) (place)." Then think of topics in the work and move them around in the slots until something fits.
* For abstract jewelry, you can treat it as ekphrastic and name it after some famous work that you like. For representational jewelry, you can name it after abstract themes. That means you can get a list of those things and just scan the list until you find one that fits your current piece.
If you want something more creative, you could post pictures of your jewelry and ask friends to help you title it.
Thank you!
Date: 2017-04-12 04:27 pm (UTC)I'm happy to hear that. :D Shiv isn't exactly good yet, but he's made a fine start. So far he can do one thing well enough to jam with. The reasons he can actually put feeling into music at this stage are 1) he's brimming with it, despite his cool facade, he's a passionate little guy inside; and 2) he's been working at a jazz joint long enough to have a thorough idea what that music is supposed to sound like.
>> and I'm glad you touched on imposter syndrome, one of the bits about Shiv I really sympathise with for what should eb obvious reasons.<<
Yeah. Poor kid doesn't think much of himself. Almost all he's heard from other people is how bad and worthless he is. >_< So when he hears anything else, it throws him.
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Date: 2017-04-17 11:22 pm (UTC)I was in choir for years and singing is one of my favorite ways to express myself and relax. It has gotten me in trouble. I sing under my breath, without realizing it a lot. Once I got 2 choir members to join in on the middle of class, and we started singing our parts in harmony. Our teacher was really confused.
Thank you!
Date: 2017-04-17 11:40 pm (UTC)Yay! :D
>> It is such a difference in experience from just practicing. <<
It really is.
>>I was in choir for years and singing is one of my favorite ways to express myself and relax. It has gotten me in trouble. I sing under my breath, without realizing it a lot. Once I got 2 choir members to join in on the middle of class, and we started singing our parts in harmony. Our teacher was really confused.<<
Hee!
I once got into an argument with some editors at a con about the importance of adverbs and how deleting one of the 8 parts of speech cannot be a good idea. I started singing "Lolly Lolly Lolly Get Your Adverbs Here" ...
... and the whole room roared along with me. I was not expecting that. The editors were much taken aback.
When I became an editor myself, I told writers they could either learn to use all 8 parts of speech properly, or peddle their work elsewhere.
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Date: 2017-04-21 09:57 am (UTC)Shiv wasn't doing anything
on purpose, but he swore his superpower
was somehow smoothing out the flaws,
a little at a time. He thought the sax
sounded better, too, but wasn't sure.
That wouldn't surprise me. An instrument that's cared for is always going to sound better than one that isn't, and an abused instrument can be restored (not always to prime condition, but significantly improved) by giving it proper care for a while. Very much like people.
Good musicians have a relationship with their instrument(s) which is very similar to that of magic-user and familiar. What's happening here sounds like the beginnings of that.
It was sharp.
He'd slit his lip on the thing once,
which had been fun for about
three seconds and then sucked.
*snerk* And he had to be very careful about eating anything acidic or salty for a few days.
I recognize that "tired, but the session energy will boost me up for a while, and then when it's over I come down slow but hard" effect from various filk sessions / bardic circles.
Looking at the picture of Shiv's living room made me flinch -- yes, he's got a couple of things on the wall, but overall it feels very sterile and depressing. OTOH, it won't do any good to push him toward putting up some artwork; he's going to have to find stuff that speaks to him. Art, like music, is very individual and emotional, and I'm not surprised that he hasn't wanted to reveal himself by using it. (I do remember that he has an Elsa-themed bathroom, which is a good start.)
Thank you!
Date: 2017-04-21 07:39 pm (UTC)Yay!
>> I really like the idea that music is something you have in you that you have to learn how to let out, because that sort of matches with the way I approach it. For example, I can sing a song in a different language much better if I have some idea of the translation, so that I know where the emotional emphases should be. Without that, it's just words that don't mean anything. <<
That makes sense.
I think it's true of all music to some degree, but some genres more than others. Any genre that's primarily based on an emotion -- romance, blues, etc. -- you need to know the topic and its feeling or the music will just fall flat.
>> That wouldn't surprise me. An instrument that's cared for is always going to sound better than one that isn't, and an abused instrument can be restored (not always to prime condition, but significantly improved) by giving it proper care for a while.<<
Sooth. I don't think Shiv would mesh nearly as well with a brand-new, perfect instrument.
>> Very much like people. <<
There are reasons why that one reminded Boss White of Shiv enough to get it for him.
>> Good musicians have a relationship with their instrument(s) which is very similar to that of magic-user and familiar. What's happening here sounds like the beginnings of that. <<
Exactly! :D Shiv isn't as familiar with that, but this doesn't stop it from working.
>> *snerk* And he had to be very careful about eating anything acidic or salty for a few days. <<
Yep. Reed cuts are horrible because the edge just isn't sharp enough to make clean cuts.
>> I recognize that "tired, but the session energy will boost me up for a while, and then when it's over I come down slow but hard" effect from various filk sessions / bardic circles. <<
Yay! I'm glad I did it right. Shiv doesn't have enough experience to recognize it -- he would've gone back to work and then faceplanted into the pavement. Fortunately his boss knows better. ;)
>> Looking at the picture of Shiv's living room made me flinch -- yes, he's got a couple of things on the wall, but overall it feels very sterile and depressing. <<
Shh. He loves his new place, it's the nicest place of his own that he's ever had, and better than most of other people's that he's lived in. Dr. G was surprised by it too, didn't think it matched Shiv's personality, but it does; it just shows a different side of him than we've been seeing. Part of the reason it looks that way is Shiv was "shopping" out of the gang's storage building next door, and part is because this is the first time he's ever decorated a place and he hasn't had time to grow into it much. But Shiv is thrilled with it -- and damn sensitive about it, because he's used to being criticized for everything.
>> OTOH, it won't do any good to push him toward putting up some artwork; he's going to have to find stuff that speaks to him. Art, like music, is very individual and emotional, and I'm not surprised that he hasn't wanted to reveal himself by using it. <<
He has art, I just didn't link the separate pieces in this poem because it wasn't relevant. I'm more inclined to include it if people are actually looking at it. The living room has a photoprint of saxophonist Mark Turner and a
Yay!
>> I really like the idea that music is something you have in you that you have to learn how to let out, because that sort of matches with the way I approach it. For example, I can sing a song in a different language much better if I have some idea of the translation, so that I know where the emotional emphases should be. Without that, it's just words that don't mean anything. <<
That makes sense.
I think it's true of all music to some degree, but some genres more than others. Any genre that's primarily based on an emotion -- romance, blues, etc. -- you need to know the topic and its feeling or the music will just fall flat.
>> That wouldn't surprise me. An instrument that's cared for is always going to sound better than one that isn't, and an abused instrument can be restored (not always to prime condition, but significantly improved) by giving it proper care for a while.<<
Sooth. I don't think Shiv would mesh nearly as well with a brand-new, perfect instrument.
>> Very much like people. <<
There are reasons why that one reminded Boss White of Shiv enough to get it for him.
>> Good musicians have a relationship with their instrument(s) which is very similar to that of magic-user and familiar. What's happening here sounds like the beginnings of that. <<
Exactly! :D Shiv isn't as familiar with that, but this doesn't stop it from working.
>> *snerk* And he had to be very careful about eating anything acidic or salty for a few days. <<
Yep. Reed cuts are horrible because the edge just isn't sharp enough to make clean cuts.
>> I recognize that "tired, but the session energy will boost me up for a while, and then when it's over I come down slow but hard" effect from various filk sessions / bardic circles. <<
Yay! I'm glad I did it right. Shiv doesn't have enough experience to recognize it -- he would've gone back to work and then faceplanted into the pavement. Fortunately his boss knows better. ;)
>> Looking at the picture of Shiv's living room made me flinch -- yes, he's got a couple of things on the wall, but overall it feels very sterile and depressing. <<
Shh. He <i>loves</i> his new place, it's the nicest place of his own that he's ever had, and better than most of other people's that he's lived in. Dr. G was surprised by it too, didn't think it matched Shiv's personality, but it does; it just shows a different side of him than we've been seeing. Part of the reason it looks that way is Shiv was "shopping" out of the gang's storage building next door, and part is because this is the first time he's ever decorated a place and he hasn't had time to grow into it much. But Shiv is thrilled with it -- and damn sensitive about it, because he's used to being criticized for everything.
>> OTOH, it won't do any good to push him toward putting up some artwork; he's going to have to find stuff that speaks to him. Art, like music, is very individual and emotional, and I'm not surprised that he hasn't wanted to reveal himself by using it. <<
He has art, I just didn't link the separate pieces in this poem because it wasn't relevant. I'm more inclined to include it if people are actually looking at it. The living room has a <a href="http://www.allaboutjazz.com/media/large/c/2/0/48b746aa86887c629a6a3f2bc5a2e.jpg">photoprint of saxophonist Mark Turner</a> and a <a href-"https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8e/8b/42/8e8b42296d2cbd50a49622d1bbbc28dd.jpg">saxophonist sticker</a> on a light switch. Later on, Shiv adds some of his <a href="https://img1.etsystatic.com/116/0/7324630/il_570xN.871568111_1zbb.jpg
https://www.etsy.com/listing/256988980/hand-cut-framed-papercut-picture-jazz?ref=market
">papercut art</a>.
>> (I do remember that he has an Elsa-themed bathroom, which is a good start.) <<
That's the one he had to grow into. He started with a packet of snowflake-patterned bath stuff plus blue and white towels, because they reminded him of Elsa, then picked up the movie-themed items later. He did a brilliant job of assembling that bathroom.