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Going for the Jazz 77
finally being onto something, and Id search for just the way toproceed. Small indications became targets, glimpses of what theway of being would somehow have to achieve.
It wasnt that a sort of jazz line would appear, somewhat bet-ter than another, then one a bit better still, with gradations thatrevealed readily detectable shifts in a range of isolatable com-ponents of my ways. The distinction wasnt as between a streetcorner conversation and a passage of Rilke, a typically compe-tent jazz pianists solo and the exquisite elegance of a ChickCorea improvisation. It was like the difference between anaphasics or stutterers or new foreigners attempts to puttogether a smooth sentence, and a competent three-year-oldsflowing Daddy . . . come see my new doll. Former ways werelacking at that level of difference, between features of actionthat all jazz on the records shared and the sorts of strugglingamateur efforts that didnt really count as competent talk at all.This level now becomes my descriptive concern, as it was thenan obsessive practical one.
What happened, suddenly appearing and disappearing in thisway, was dramatically different from what my former practiceshad achieved. For a brief course of time while I played rapidlyalong, a line of melody interweavingly flowed over the durationof several chords, fluently winding about in ways Id not seenmy hands move before, a line of melody whose melodicalitywasnt being expressly done, as in my reiterative attempts tosustain continuity. Somehow, a sequence of notes flowing fromone chords jazz-related ways to the nexts, singing this jazz, wasachieved. And it was clear that these ways of interweavinglysinging jazz with my fingers, first so difficult to sustain with anysatisfying frequency, were the ways of the jazz on the records.
There was no mistaking it. No recording was needed to verifymy perception. I was quite certain about it without inviting a