The Music in our Lives

 About 2 years ago I began a series of small quilts based on the jazz music that has been such an integral part of my life. My mother loved Jazz, which surprised me, as she had not really grown up with music in their home. There was radio, but there was the church choir singing old hymns, and they all sang or whistled when they worked on the farm, but jazz did not figure into the equation. By the time she was married and almost 40, I came along as 3 out of the 4 kids in our family.

At the opposite end of the spectrum, my dad and his family all played: piano, trumpet, guitars, an organ, an accordion, and sundry other musical instruments. His aunt had graduated from the Cincinnati Conservatory of Music when he was still quite young, so there was always music at his house, and musical concerts were an almost weekly event.

There was always music at our house growing up: piano, flute, drums, cornet, oboe, piccolo, and an organ. As we got older, there was also bassoon, French horn, and guitars. We listened to every kind of music, but jazz really spoke to me. It still does, and it’s often what I play when working. There’s a movement and improv in jazz like no other music. It’s simply magical!

Here’s the first in my series of Jazz Quilts, although not completely quilted yet.

Currently listening to:

Goat Rodeo

As Falls Wichita so Fall Wichita Falls

Al Di Meola

Dizzy Gillespie

Do you listen to music when you work? If not, give it a whirl, or try something new. Your brain will thank you!

Cheers,

Beth