It is not possible (i.e., it should not be possible) to sing two tones in a row without feeling a pull between them: this one wants to go up; that one wants to stay in the same place. This is what produces what in jazz are called “blue notes.” You don’t have to be Ella Fitzgerald to get it. Just let yourself go. Forget about right and wrong and feel the hidden urges. The tones tell you what to do.
I remember as a kid being intrigued by the song "Oh, my darlin' Clementine." Sure sounds like a sad story. Can't be! But it is fun to sing it exaggerating its tragic surface. There is a young boy wh
Every time I cross 109th St. on my way up or downtown I cast a glance at the apartment building on the corner of 109 and Riverside Drive, the former residence of Hannah Arendt. Her essays in The New Y
Funny, how we take for granted that someone is listening when we talk to them. Do you recall ever talking to someone who wasn't paying the slightest attention to you and/or to what you were saying? T