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**Garry Richardson** · 11-10-2005, 06:36 PM

Redundancy. I shouldn't post anything before my third coffee of the day.

I was reflecting on that Kenny Werner lecture and there was another part of it that was so relevant that something like it should be on every jazz currriculum.

Kenny's timing and sense of arc is better than any of the many motivational speakers that I've seen. He was talking about about connecting head, heart and hands. He related his childhood experiences about being a misfit - short, unathletic, awkward, not a good-looking kid, the kid who stayed indoors practising while the other kids were out playing. He didn't fit in at school. He was a nobody until one day there was an occasion to play for some school event. The other kids listening got caught up in the moment and he became a somebody, someone who had a gift, the ability to create music. In that moment, he realized why he was a musician. It was better than sex, better than drugs, better than anything.

At this point in the Cap lecture room, you could hear a pin drop. Kenny had touched a primal emotion in us, a commonality. It was a beautiful moment. Morgan, please feel free to refute me or back me up on this.

I for one had a lump in my throat, but maybe it was because I was abusing myself at the time :>)

11-10-2005, 06:36 PM	#19
Garry Richardson Join Date Oct 2005 Posts 431 Senior Member	Redundancy. I shouldn't post anything before my third coffee of the day. I was reflecting on that Kenny Werner lecture and there was another part of it that was so relevant that something like it should be on every jazz currriculum. Kenny's timing and sense of arc is better than any of the many motivational speakers that I've seen. He was talking about about connecting head, heart and hands. He related his childhood experiences about being a misfit - short, unathletic, awkward, not a good-looking kid, the kid who stayed indoors practising while the other kids were out playing. He didn't fit in at school. He was a nobody until one day there was an occasion to play for some school event. The other kids listening got caught up in the moment and he became a somebody, someone who had a gift, the ability to create music. In that moment, he realized why he was a musician. It was better than sex, better than drugs, better than anything. At this point in the Cap lecture room, you could hear a pin drop. Kenny had touched a primal emotion in us, a commonality. It was a beautiful moment. Morgan, please feel free to refute me or back me up on this. I for one had a lump in my throat, but maybe it was because I was abusing myself at the time :>)
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