Bass drum, snare and cymbal work together with percussive placidity to forge the beginning of a new song.
Soon blasts forth the syncopated piano rhythm in the feel of five-four.
Put your hand to its heart and feel its heartbeat.
A new voice is quick to join the romantic affair of harmony and melody.
In comes the smooth timbre of a sleek saxophonist. Poetry flows from the bell, telling us a story that only our imagination can remember.
The resonating boom of the bass strengthens the foundation upon which this romance is set:
-- all parts fit snuggly together as pieces of the puzzle, for this moment in time, music reigns supreme.
A fine diminuendo commences as lead drops out and only piano remains. We are graced by the sound of ivory keys jumping up and down to the elation of precise musicianship. The stage has been set once again for magic to take place:
Percussion takes the forefront, persuading us of our rhythmic endeavor – the chains of restraint are lifted and all notion of form ceases to exist -- The neglected rhythm generator becomes the untamed and a beast of the beat. We call it a Drum solo
Tonight: Jazz fills the air with its intoxicating aroma of pleasant perfume. Music holds our hearts in firm embrace as it reminds us of our humanity and our capacity for human expression.
We are all different as the instruments upon stage; as diverse as the notes to a harmony. Yet -- we all come together, and for one moment create something uniquely beautiful…
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* Dedicated to Kriss Thompson, fellow music lover, lover of life and most importantly my friend. The world stops to hear the symphony of our lives – Richie Marrufo
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