Part of me has been mourning the loss of everyday may since today dawned June 1st. The other part of me, the sane part of me, is relieved. But the sad part of me must continue writing because it’s healing. And so, today, I alighted on this idea: Jazz June. I can’t everyday may, but I can Jazz June.
The thought behind Jazz June is to only write blog entries for the month of June that somehow connect to music. It doesn’t have to be jazzy per se, but it has to have “jazz” or “soul” or pathos in it! I want to explore the connections that notes and rhythm and lyrics have to our “everyday” lives. Friends call me the walking ipod, students yell at me constantly begging me not to sing, so this whole “Jazz June” thing is really a sort of an outpouring of my already “jazzy” self. In fact, now that summer starts in two days, part of my summer bucket list is to find my “jazz fingers” again, my spirit, my soul that I have lost in these last 6 months or so.
So, here’s to Jazz June. And for today’s Jazzy song, in honor of my hopes to “find myself” again this summer, I will invoke the spirit of the jazzy Miss Corinne Bailey Rae.
“Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don’t need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.
Maybe sometimes, we’ve got it wrong, but it’s alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don’t you hesitate.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You’re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.”
I hope I do find myself somewhere, somehow, Corinne. I hope I do…