In the heart of darkness
 There is still a beat
 It may be distant
 Maybe faint
 But it’s there
 A pulse
 Pounding
 Every darkness
 Has its heart
 For a darkness without one
 Is a void
 Is a hole
 Is nothing.
 Is dark nor light
 The heart of darkness
 However blue
 However deep
 Is still
 you
 It will
 hold you
fold itself around you
So take care
 Don’t fight
 Let it 
Beat
 Beat
 Be
just don't
let it keep you 
there

 

“Just as the end of a caterpillar isn’t the end, but a butterfly”

 

30-6-2017

 

 

 

2017©EvaK.Mathijssen

A woman’s guide to jazz appreciation for girls trying to date a drummer – an introduction

Not long ago I was at a jazz concert.  In a theatre lounge – there where two red velvety stairs met each other – drums, bass and bass-clarinet were about to monk something out.

Across from me there you were; a girl trying to date a drummer.Well, he wasn’t a drummer per se. He was a boy, wanting to be a drummer;  he was a drummer-boy.

Pa rum pum pum pum

I saw you – sitting next to him, you looked really happy, talking with him, he laughed at your jokes…. Always a good sign. But then the jazz happened. And you looked lost. I saw you, trying to reconnect… He did talk to you, he went on and on about the drummer’s technique… the difference between chopsticks and brushes and you laughed; because you thought: ’the great thing about ordering Japanese is that you throw away the sticks and don’t have to do the dishes.’ But to him this was all very serious. To him and his drum…..

I heard you heart drop to the floor

Pa rum pum pum pum

It rolled over the red velvet carpet and touched me. So this is a pick you up.

All’s not lost.

Here’s a woman’s guide to jazz appreciation for girls trying to date a drummer.

A woman’s guide to jazz appreciation for girls trying to date a drummer –

the appreciation

Jazz is music.

The only way to know what you like is to listen to it.

Your drummer will hit you with his playlists.

And you don’t need to like it all.

Discover jazz as you would a nation.

You’ll discover you don’t like a whole country – you like parts.

You’ll find that you don’t like all the people there –

you dig some, some fill you with frustration,

some leave cold and others steal your heart.

You’ll learn new words and new names. And you’ll feel like you have to remember it all, because otherwise you’ll lose him. Rest assured; if he can’t bring himself to remember the characters in Girls, why should you be able to name them boys? (If you want to come prepared here’s some names to youtube; Louie Bellson, Art Blakely, Buddy Rich, Benny Goodman, Gene Krupa, Papa Jo Jones, Roy Haynes, to name a few)

Talking about new words:

Don’t question his mental state if  he starts to be-diepa-doowhap-chopchop-jazzzzz to you. In other words he’ll start to scat. There was a time I thought that scat was a form of shit, and it turns out I am right. It’s also a form sex (coprophilia) that revolves around feces. (I’m not sure this is information to drop into a conversation on the first date, but you never know…) But scat is also a way of singing, that doesn’t mean a thing but gives a songs a flavor.

Jelly Roll Morton: Oh, I’ll sing you some scat songs. That was way before Louis Armstrong’s time. By the way, scat is something that a lot of people don’t understand, and they begin to believe that the first scat numbers was ever done, was done by one of my hometown boys, Louis Armstrong. But I must take the credit away, since I know better. The first man that ever did a scat number in history of this country was a man from Vicksburg, Mississippi, by the name of Joe Sims, an old comedian. And from that, Tony Jackson and myself, and several more grabbed it in New Orleans. And found it was pretty good for an introduction of a song.

If he shabadabadoos to you – don’t despair – he doesn’t want you to scat back. You’re free to try, but you can also pour yourself a glass of wine and be relaxed. Let him fill in the silences. Or kiss him and see what happens next.

A woman’s guide to jazz appreciation for girls trying to date a drummer – the peepz 

Jazz is music.

Music is life, preferably live. So ; he’ll take you places. And at those places, you’ll meet peepz: People appreciating jazz.

Some will treat it like a religion. Lennon didn’t imagine no music, so the peepz you meet that treat it as such; imagine them with choking on something, it’s easy if you try.

A way to recognize them is 1- to see if they are able to get a way from the bar 2- without stumbling.  Another way to know is when the bartender knows their name.

Okay, okay, – and now the drummer wants to take you to a bar and when you two walk in the guy at the door knows his name, well that’s a good sign. That means he’s played there before and they’re glad to see him. So he probably has talent. Or he’s an alcoholic. You’ll know soon enough.

Some people suck at jazz, but look the part

Some people try to put as many notes in as possible, stating it’s art

some people were born to jazz, those are the ones that ignite you, relight, delight you

I personally don’t like listening to live music with my eyes closed. Some people do, but for me the fact that it’s happening right in front of me is the thrill of it all.

Musician’s hands and faces, especially mouths… the concentration, the dedication… it shows itself in all sorts of movingly distinct ways.  It’ll bring out the kid that tries to cut out a circle with real scissors for the first time…  Tongue perched between his lips… Eyes on fire and an open mind full of determination…

It’s pure, weird and really really sexy.

a woman’s guide to jazz appreciation for girls trying to date a drummer.

trying to dating a drummer

As long as he drums on you – you’re solid.

I know you didn’t know what hit you the first time you’re shoulder was a snare and you butt a basedrum – pa rum pum pum pum…  But if he can’t help himself strumming his fingers on you  – you’re golden, ‘cause you’re right up there with the rest of his kit.  And when dating a drummer that’s as close as you’re gonna get

Unless he uses his actual sticks on you…. Then you know where you can shove ‘em… Right there up with his ego.

But most importantly:

Don’t

Don’t try to date a drummer

Date them

Or don’t

Cause drummers never try

They hit

Or miss

and whatever they do,

they’ll look fly.

They can hold you

Play you from the wrist

Single or double stroke you

Don’t try to read him

Just lay out a beat

Don’t meet in the middle

But some place where you can eat

And have a couple of beers

if you wanna talk make sure there’s no live music

or music-related-friends-and-peers

well if you really wanna talk-talk

there’s this window after sex

where he used so smoke a cigarette

but he now has stopped,

so that’s where you catch him

if you really wanna talk

He won’t be the first

to talk, I mean

He has a heart

but he doesn’t like

for it to be seen

So don’t try to date  this drummer

Do or don’t

He’ll really like you

Or he won’t

and that’s a bummer

But if he thinks you’re his kind of hot

You’ll know, cause he’ll hit you in the right spot

He’ll be late

but always in time

so girl go date

that drummer

boy

or don’t

either way

you’ll do fine.

but it can stay

pure and fresh