Although I like to consider myself more of a “jazzer” (“able to improv through life”) than a “classicist” (“plays life like a score: no surprises & well-rehearsed”), when life doesn’t “work,” I quickly become a classicist.
Take this morning and my Jeep. Please! Take it! Somewhere within its electrical system is a tiny wire or a little fuse that has decided to render the thing dead.
So at 6 AM, I began to improvise: juggling this person here to fulfill that need there, emailing so-and-so to ward off affecting you-know-who. Plotting, planning, thinking, scheming…
Etc., etc., etc.
So as a “jazzer,” you’d think I’d love this early morning composition, which has been more like a frantic bebop piece than a cool ballad. But I’m not. No, I’m really, really not! In fact, I wish my life was a classical score so I could go practice, nail my part, and bow to wondrous applause.
So how about you?
“Jazzer” or “classicist?”