Here’s the short version:
I’m a writer/artist of a certain age who has hung out in jazz clubs, cowboy bars, symphony halls, and rock arenas on both sides of the country… but mostly jazz clubs.
A few years back I wrote a novel, Listen, and chronicled in a jazzy kind of way the journey of a girl singer who went from a small town in Idaho to Manhattan. Readers tell me it’s like “reading jazz” and I guess it is – a collage of music, narrative, poetry and … well, you’d have to read it yourself.
While I was writing it, I studied jazz vocal at Cornish College of Arts in Seattle with the wonderful vocalist, Jay Clayton. Jay encouraged me to perform publicly, but I demurred. Maybe one day I’ll have the courage to try. Or just leave it to those who do have the courage.
I continue to write, teach, work on art and generally live as well as I can. For the record, I don’t judge “living well” in dollars and cents.
I grew up in the Pacific northwest but have lived many places around the country and am now happily settled for the duration in San Diego.
If you’d like to correspond with me personally about jazz, just include your email address in a comment and I’ll be in touch. We can talk about our favorite tunes and musicians and stories. There are always great stories among jazz aficionados!
Music restores my balance and maintains me as a citizen of the cosmos. Talented and dedicated musicians are gifts from the gods to the rest of us. Please treat them kindly, pay them well and, when they play, stop talking and listen.