Brotherhood

One of the things that I truly love about being a musician, especially a jazz musician is that you are immediately in this “brotherhood” of musicians. I have been so fortunate in my life to be constantly surrounded by kind, open, good-hearted, passionate people and those who aren’t tend to go away rather quickly.

 

The week at the Aebersold Camp was an unparalleled example of that, as I saw seasoned professionals welcome beginners into the brotherhood with open arms. I saw people from all over the world interacting musically and socially with each other and sharing little pieces of themselves to perfect strangers. Everywhere you went, you found people who shared the same passion and curiosity that you did and it didn’t matter if you were enjoying a meal together or an elevator ride, you took advantage of that time to ask a question, tell a story, meet someone new or just appreciate how special the time was.

 

Since being in Washington DC, I have made so many new musicians friends and have been welcomed into the DC jazz community with open arms. All you have to know is one musician and as if almost by magic you know them all. (Well, not quite, but it’s close.)

 

I have so many stories about meeting people throughout the last 3 weeks that I have been doing this grant project – many of them connected to other musicians I know or have met by just one or two degrees of separation. I joked with a friend last night that I should make a flow chart or musician tree to document everyone I have met or worked with. It would be really interesting.

 

Everyday I’m thankful that I get to play and teach music for a living. But heading out of Phoenix for 5 weeks in a row, to 3 different cities across the country where I only know 1 person, not entirely sure how everything would go down has reminded me just how incredible and amazing the “brotherhood” truly is. There’s no strangers – only friends.

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