jazz is a conversation. not only within the musician but between the souls who have placed their heart in the notes or words.
jazz lies within ones' DNA. its partner, the player that places the notes out there in the air to hear.
jazz is rooted. no one can walk into its future without visiting its past.
jazz is the underground. it rarely fills your bank, but almost always fills a raptured soul.
jazz is ? .... (insert your words here....)
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
ok, enough family stuff. you want to hear about my escapades in radio....
One thing that never fails to make me smile is the jazzfm listener and his or her enthusiasm for having found this jazz oasis. i have received email from not only around the corner in parkdale, but around the world in the most unexpected places.
i hope joe doesn't mind, but i would like to share one email with you...
'Morning, Dani,
Just emailing to say hello from Tramore in Ireland - I enjoy Jazz fm Toronto on an almost daily basis. It's 1303h here and 9 degrees C. Just back from the fish-market with a gargantuan turbot...to look forward to, later on!
Good wishes for 2010.
Joe
a second email followed....
Good afternoon, Dani,
Imagine my surprise...there I was in the kitchen, preparing a desultory Sunday lunch...when I hear you reading my email. We gathered around to listen to you speak of Tramore, and thank you for the mention...and the music.
Serendipity brought me to Jazz fm Toronto. When I lived in London (UK, not Ont.), I used to listen to Jazz fm there. And with radio here so laden with depressing recession stuff, I googled Jazz fm one day and - as well as the London one - I saw the Toronto option.
"Hey", I say to myself. "I'll give that a whirl", and since then I am an almost daily listener. [I'm a sucker anyway for those mellifluous Canadian accents]
You can see more about Tramore on the town website www.tramoretown.ie<http://www.
Do keep in touch, and may good health attend your 2010 also.
Joe
PS The turbot was delicious
To me, this is magic. Of course I checked out Joe's beautiful world immediately on-line and then tried to imagine him, with his seaside life, what was i'm certain, a very delicious fish and jazz floating thru his day.
If i ever get to Ireland, I'm definetly dropping by...
i hope joe doesn't mind, but i would like to share one email with you...
'Morning, Dani,
Just emailing to say hello from Tramore in Ireland - I enjoy Jazz fm Toronto on an almost daily basis. It's 1303h here and 9 degrees C. Just back from the fish-market with a gargantuan turbot...to look forward to, later on!
Good wishes for 2010.
Joe
a second email followed....
Good afternoon, Dani,
Imagine my surprise...there I was in the kitchen, preparing a desultory Sunday lunch...when I hear you reading my email. We gathered around to listen to you speak of Tramore, and thank you for the mention...and the music.
Serendipity brought me to Jazz fm Toronto. When I lived in London (UK, not Ont.), I used to listen to Jazz fm there. And with radio here so laden with depressing recession stuff, I googled Jazz fm one day and - as well as the London one - I saw the Toronto option.
"Hey", I say to myself. "I'll give that a whirl", and since then I am an almost daily listener. [I'm a sucker anyway for those mellifluous Canadian accents]
You can see more about Tramore on the town website www.tramoretown.ie<http://www.
Do keep in touch, and may good health attend your 2010 also.
Joe
PS The turbot was delicious
To me, this is magic. Of course I checked out Joe's beautiful world immediately on-line and then tried to imagine him, with his seaside life, what was i'm certain, a very delicious fish and jazz floating thru his day.
If i ever get to Ireland, I'm definetly dropping by...
Thursday, February 18, 2010
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