There are words. And there's music.

For a pianist, keeping a log in music probably makes more sense than one with words. That's why, with a certain amount of regularity, I also bring into my blog a piece that I recorded at home, on my aluminum Rippen grand piano, and posted on Youtube. Unprocessed. Recorded with one or two iPhones. From which you can see what I'm working on. I do this under the title Peak 'n Dale, because we live near Nijmegen in Berg en Dal, which is Dutch for Berg en Dal. See? Simple. Understandable.And in between I might also do a blog with words. But essentially the music says it all.

Today: Lady's Blues, a composition by Roland Kirk.

This month my twenty-sixth album will come out. It will comprise the recordings of a solo concert I did in Budapest last December. The album is named after the Hungarian song Szomorú Vasárnap which was made famous around the world by several American artists like Artie Shaw and, most notably Billie Holiday. Younger versions have been recorded by Björk, Sinead O'Connor and Heather Nova. The list is quite extensive; my friend Dirk-Peter Kölsch is holding a vast collection, which is still growing. I wonder if he has already seen Angelina Jordan's version. Well, anyway, now it's my time to add one to the list. The cover of the new album is the picture in this blog. Tamás Bognár, of the renowned Hungarian label BMC, sent it to me last Friday to confirm. I think it's a great cover, precisely imaging the title of the album.

There were two reasons to play this song during that specific concert.

Obviously, it was included because the song is Hungarian originally. It is one of many Hungarian songs that made it to the jazz charts worldwide. Autumn Leaves by Miles Davis or Edith Piaf? Sorry guys, it's simply Hulló Levelek. Don't underestimate Hungarian composers!

There was another, more personal, reason to play this particular song on that evening. The very night of the concert, students of the ArtEZ Conservatory organized a concert in remembrance of their friend and our student Robin Cornelissen who had died exactly two years earlier. Because of my solo concert in Budapest it was not possible for me to attend and in a way I could still be connected to the evening in Arnhem by playing the song I played also two years earlier with trumpet player Pieter van Engelen, at Robin's funeral.

I think I'm basically a pretty phlegmatic person, not easily disturbed by emotional matters and able to keep my distance when I feel it's necessary, preserving emotional outbursts for moments that really count. It is one of the many reasons Pieter Douma and I are collaborating so fruitfully. He is just the opposite, which is trying at times for both of us, but at the end of the day everything balances out. Normally Pieter compensates for my nature and I do the same for his. In itself this is how, at least according to me, good bands are made up of musicians who have not too similar temperaments. It prevents all too polite confirmation and makes the members look at themselves anew time and again.

Over the years, however, emotion has become more and more present in my life in and outside music. I have witnessed music to be a very powerful tool in handling emotions, be they sad or happy or everything in between. People have shared their feelings while listening to my music with me and I have, on many occasions, been moved to tears while listening to music. It is one of the differences between young and older musicians. At twenty the personal collection of experiences is still quite empty. All episodes that will follow are enriching, both for the person and the musician. The backpack is growing and growing. Being drastically into this or that and not giving a shit about everything else –I love that about younger musicians, and even think that's essential for becoming a good story teller– will make room for a more balanced look at life and music. Best case scenario is that you meet as many others as possible that are or have been radically different from what you are or have been. The worst that can happen is that you meet nicely balanced colleagues only or peers who will never question your decisions or affirm what you already know.

I try to look beyond what I know to be one hundred percent true. It is not. And then I can decide to adjust my truth or not. Both are lovely challenges.

I will keep you posted on the release date of the solo album. You can have a sneak preview here.

In the mid noughties we did a special project at ArtEZ Jazz & Pop around the 1974 Pointer Sisters milestone album “Live at the Opera House”. This double elpee, which I heard for the first time four years after its release, consists of soul, rock, blues, country, funk and jazz songs and a dazzling demonstration of what the (at that time still: four) sisters were capable of. Okay, it was, to say it like Prince could have phrased it, simply superfunkycalifragisexy.

Looking for possible workshops and master classes around the project we stumbled upon the ebullient conductor, arranger and keyboardist of the 1974 show, Tom Salisbury. He happened to live no more than 50 kilometers from Arnhem. We formed an orchestra (basically a rhythm section, horns and strings) and asked Tom to write new arrangements and lead the whole project.

During the preliminary talks I had with Tom I said to him that I had full confidence in his artistic choices but to have one very specific request. He would make me very happy to leave both the chord and orchestration –wait half a minute for the horns to come in, that occurs at 6'22"– between “Yes, We Can Can” and “Love In Them Their Hills” unchanged. To many of you this might be quite insignificant, but to me this one instant was extremely influential from the first moment I heard it. It taught me about form, placement, joy of using chord extensions, sound, detail, well, it was all very thrilling for a fourteen-year-old and the chord keeps on giving me goose bumps ever since.

I remember that during the Arnhem premiere of the project I was waiting for the chord to enter during the section where Anita, Ruth, Bonnie and June Pointer had done their percussive interlude and our own four singers (including, meanwhile alumna, Simin) were building up the tension. At one point, Tom –while conducting the orchestra– turned around to give me a big smile (all, except for the head-swaying, done in an Errollesque manner, precisely predicting what would happen: me enjoying getting what I was yearning for) the moment The Chord was about to happen. And yes, he had left it unchanged. If he had changed it I probably would have been very disappointed or my evening would even have been completely destroyed, but leaving it in just like I expected it filled me with love and warmth.

Is this one of the strugglettes I simply have to live with? Being an improviser I am always trying to find new ways to play music and and I am also expecting my audience to not settle for the beaten paths but to have an urge to be surprised.

On the other hand, it is still comforting to use elements note-for-note the same over and over again. Last week we played our 17th Lucebert concert with Flex Bent Braam and I think I played the opening (a piano intro on Charles Mingus’s “Better Git It In Your Soul”) exactly the same every time. Quite predictable.

A question that arises is if I am in fact a spitting image of the average Hotel California Guitar Solo aficionado who would be extremely disappointed if Don Felder and Joe Walsh (or any other guitarist, for that matter) dared to play a completely different solo on stage than on record. And what about Illinois Jacquet, famous for improvising but playing his well-known and ground breaking solo on “Flying Home” unchanged from 1942 till his death in 2004. People were simply expecting it to be the same and would probably get grumpy if he (or Arnett Cobb, or Dexter Gorden, who also were famous for playing pretty much the same solo) had played anything else.

Yes, I’m sure I follow the same pattern, enjoying the many scrumptious musical discoveries I did that were still delicious after the surprise itself was gone. Ingredients that have proven to be meaningful for whatever reason. Over and over again. Those ingredients have stood at the basis of an evening I was deejaying last Fall.

So once there was a first time I heard Tom’s Chord, when I was fourteen. Before and after that moment many, many other experiences have crossed my path. You could call those experiences bricks. Searching for the yet unknown provides me with details that are brand new. Some of those I want to familiarize and experience time and again. I am building my own house of details and, as a bonus, put my taste to the test. The house gets bigger and bigger.

Last month, I attended a five day ICON-seminar in Finland on Liz Lerman’s Critical Response Process (CRP). Liz, who is a choreographer, performer, writer and educator, was there teaching around 35 participators first-hand how CRP works and how it can be useful in all kinds of situations in which people give each other feedback.

Back in the seventies, Liz acknowledged how uncomfortable she was about most aspects of criticism; normally a lot of the potentially useful feedback didn’t reach the artists because of the way it was addressed, opinions and defensiveness being the main problems.

Before the seminar, I was intrigued by the fact alone that giving feedback in an artistic situation could be useful or even possible, as I grew up with a strong belief in the rule that art does not really leave room for other people’s opinions about the work presented. I was convinced that as an artist you simply produce something and that’s, well, about it. What others think of your art could have an enormous effect on ticket sales and other unimportant side effects, but could never have any impact on the work itself. In fact, giving room for feedback would be a submission and by definition lower the quality of the work. In situations where musicians play in an ensemble, this would consequently mean the line-up would be doomed to come to an end the moment one or more members loses faith in the way someone else in the band plays. After all, we’re searching for authenticity, not for musicians who could be influenced by something as trivial as someone else’s view.

Let me explain CRP in a nutshell. Three parties are participating: an “artist” who has presented something (doesn’t have to be something artistic, can be anything), one or more responders who have witnessed the presentation, and a facilitator who is leading the process. These parties complete four steps. In the first step the responders can share with the artist, framed in a positive light, what they found meaningful (stimulating, surprising, touching, evocative, memorable, compelling, unique, and so on) about the work. In step two the artist can ask questions to the responders about (parts of) the presentation. In step three the responders ask neutral questions. It is essential the questions are neutral, to prevent defensiveness and allowing the artist to think about their work in a fresh way. In step four the responders can state their opinion, if the artist gives permission; “I have an opinion about xxx, do you want to hear it?”. The artist can say no, because of the topic raised by the responder, the moment in the process or whatever other reason. In most cases, however, the artist does want to hear it.

Now what about my rule? Does CRP apply to every situation and is it usable in every setting? Could you say, in terms of applicability, there is a difference between a band that plays purely improvised music and an ensemble playing written music? Is it relevant that these two examples have completely different characteristics and therefore ask for different approaches while trying to improve? For instance, in purely improvised music, giving “feedback” is already going on and part of the fun while playing, not in words, but in music. On the other hand, does the need for a shared opinion within an ensemble while playing a written composition leave more room for evaluating afterwards? And is CRP dangerous for extreme art? Will art be grayer if CRP comes in?

In an earlier blog (Look Who’s Not Talking!) I mentioned a brainstorm dinner Bik Bent Braam once had in Ottawa and that it didn’t work. Having attended this seminar makes me wonder whether or not Bik Bent Braam could have made progress in Ottawa if only we had had a better way of addressing the issues that were bothering us. It can be the high quality of the seminar −also due to the fact that Liz Lerman herself introduced CRP in-depth during five days of exercise and training− that made me think that perhaps oral evaluation of improvised music is possible without flattening the urgency of the music.

So here I am.

The next months I will definitely try to find out if CRP is not only useful in all kinds of situations in which I’m already convinced it works (1-2-1 and class education, not too extreme ensembles and bands, meetings and more) but can also be an asset in artistic processes with, for instance, die-hard improvisers.

Any thoughts? You’re welcome. I will get back to this in a future blog.

These last 3 months my life as performing pianist was kind of sabbaticesque. There were no gigs scheduled between September 12 and December 14, and, apart from three tiny moments of cheating, concerning last-minute performances, I chose not to play in public.

I used the time to think about what to do afterwards. And to prepare, as far as possible, the fruits of all that thinking. And, since we’re not able anymore to have an external office, let alone management, I had to figure out how to do most of the business myself, with help from my family (Marjan is supporting in many ways, amongst that doing the photography, such as Nos Otrobanda's first, classical portrait and Sjors the technical website matters), the board of Bik Bent Braam and Patrice, who is fortunately still booking our gigs.

I don’t recall a period in my life being more busy than during this sabbaticette. Before it started I divided the approximately 60 hours of work roughly fifty-fifty between ArtEZ and life as a pianist, composer, band leader. These last months it was very helpful there were only those three cheat-gigs. I mean, doing all the business on top of thinking about and preparing artistic matters has nice elements (no, I don’t mean sending and paying invoices and doing the taxes…) for sure, but is also rather time-consuming. I’m anxious to see what happens now my sabbaticette has come to an end. I’m almost sure a day will still have 24 hours, but, well, who knows.

Something I haven’t done for a long time but was undoubtedly necessary leading up to the upcoming premiere of my new band Nos Otrobanda on February 5, was a daily routine of studying charts. For this new band we have selected 24 compositions which I definitely want to play by heart in February. This means I am playing the tunes for a few hours per day now, always in a different, random order. Meantime I have almost nailed all written parts.

Also I have been writing music for a project which will take place in New York next season, after the children’s book that Ana Isabel Ordonez has published: The Extraordinary Love Story of Aye Aye and Fedor. During the sabbaticette eBraam rehearsed the material and made rough recordings of the pieces to be evaluated by the choreographer Virginie Mécène. The music will, so to say, bounce back and forth between New York and Nijmegen to make the choreography and music connect optimally.

Anyway, there will be a lot of work to do now. I’m, on top of being head of ArtEZ Jazz & Pop, not only the pianist, composer and band leader, but also the human resources manager, errand boy, accountant, public relations manager and so on of our musical enterprise. Which will make me stumble on a few “first-timeses” and some “oh-boy-that-was-long-ago-I-did-thats”.

I like being busy and am even enjoying things like making my newsletter myself and addressing the reader more personal, so this is no problem, although there are moments I am longing for something I remember from the past: doing nothing. But overall, the act of inventing, or even re-inventing gives a lot of satisfaction; it is good to start something completely new or for the somanyest time but in another way, it enables you to take another turn and is keeping the energy flow. And I mean in whatever field: artistically as well as concerning the business.

Looking for a nice picture for this blog I took a descent into a few boxes with photos, publicity flyers and posters with me on it as a musician. One of the photo’s I remembered as probably the first publicity activity a band I played in ever did was one with Fortunato’s. There was a series of pictures taken (yes, a real photo shoot!) and I am in the possession of two; the one on top of this blog with me playing "on" the piano and one a bit more serious with Ton van Erp’s bass upside down.

Conquering the world. That was the plan from the beginning.

I never figured turning 50 would be so, well, eh, present. On beforehand I had planned to have a lovely raclette with my family, you know, with swiss cheese under a grill, gherkins, pickled onions, unpeeled boiled potatoes, a few vegetables, little salad, not much more, you get the picture. A swiss pinot noir with the main dish and a malvoisie flétrie (for instance from the Cave de Madeleine) accompanying a chocolate desert.

It went differently.

My management organized a lovely surprise, a party concert on May 17, my birthday. In Amsterdam I will play 3 days in a row this week, playing 50 solo pieces and duets. June 20 we will do Jazz In De Goffert, a festival presenting several groups. In between this all I was interviewed by several television programs, radio shows, newspapers, magazines. Today I find the Jazz Bulletin, the Dutch Jazz Archive’s magazine, on my doorstep containing an “I Did It My Way”-kind of article on my first 5 decades.

Anyway this all went so different from what I expected before, and apart from the epitaphesque flavor that comes with all the reminiscing I am enjoying every moment of it. When I say “moment” that’s precisely what I try to enjoy. Not before, not after, but celebrating life as a pointillistic painting, being present, dot after dot. Not thinking about how the dots connect or even if they do at all, but making a party of everything that is coming along. In everyday life we seem to be asked to look ahead or back on many occasions and although I think that ruling out too much connection (past, future, things, thoughts) in every situation is a freeing thing to do I am sure that in art, when telling stories, it is utterly essential. So I don’t try to hesitate.

For my three birthday gigs at the Roode Bioscoop on June 5, 6 and 7 I invited everyone to contribute titles for 50 improvisations of 50 seconds. Many suggestions did come my way and so far I have selected these: Aphorism, Arrrggghhh, Assembly Hall, Bandicoot, Beeflabelingsupervisiontasktransferlaw, Blowing Bubbles, Busybody, Cannon, Compassion, Drivel, Epitaph, Ex, Fado, Flap-turd, Flibbertigibbet, Glee, Grace, Gypsum Flight, Hongeo, Ice Saints, Immersion, Lightly Slim, Linkages, Loquacity, Loser, Love, Manufacturability Coefficient, Mendacity, More Disastrous, Nope, Opacity, Parallel Sales, Penalty Stroke, Psychedelic Slide, Purgatory, Quadrille Tea, Racy, Railway Junction Back-And-Forth Slider, Restriction, Rötzentötz, Sander, Surprise Orgasm, Sweetie, Syzygy, Umbrella, Us, Vivacity, Washcloth, Wondrous, Zanzibar.

50-seconds improvisations do not leave a lot of room for warming up. Normally having some time to get used to the room, the moods of your fellow players, the audience can contribute to a nice concert. I remember an exhausting set Wilbert de Joode, Michael Vatcher and I played at the Velvet Lounge, Chicago, with the fantastic saxophonist Fred Anderson in 2009; he was 80 and extremely energetic! No warming up whatsoever, as if there was no time to lose. Talking about influential experiences: this was one. Not that I hadn’t heard musicians taking no time to feel the circumstances before really taking of – I have visited several Cecil Taylor concerts, to name another vulcanesque player extraordinaire – but being part of that as an interlocutor was something else. From that moment on I realized that whatever happens I have to grab it to make the moment pleasurable. Not worrying about the fact that perhaps later on I would not characterize it as having been satisfying after all. Expectations or fears for later can ruin the moment and unfortunately now is all there is to grab for the players as well as the audience. Not grabbed in the moment is not grabbed at all. This is how music, whit frequencies floating around as only medium (when Elvis left the building he really left the building) differs from an art form like painting.

While making music I try to stay away from too much warming up, if any.

I run for about an hour three times a week and since I do that I think about focusing on “now” (or: nothing) differently. Normally there is a lot on my mind when I am running; things I have to do, situations I have to digest, decisions I have to make, well, I guess it’s clear: People Choose A Lot To Think About. Most of the times, however, I don’t feel like thinking at all and want to just run and clear my mind of all those thoughts.

This is the pattern:

The first quarter I am busy finding myself a fool for running. Asking myself why, for Dude’s sake, I am running. Although this feeling stays until halfway it fades somewhat after this first bit.

Then some 15 minutes seem to be booked for worrying. Things from within and outside my life as a musician, ArtEZ, etc.

Halfway Euphoria is joining the run, I merely have to return home! Music is coming in my head. And I don’t mean stuff like Mongolian overtone singing or mysterious Indian flute music with no meter, but rhythmical music. Two. Four. Eight. Melodies inclusive (ones that I like and, miserably enough, tunes I really hate).

The final quarter all melodies have gone and there is only rhythm. An interesting point here is that I (and I guess everyone) intuitively count binary; 1, 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, etc. That gives me the freedom to not really count, but simply feel when a cycle is done, I don’t have to keep track of it consciously – this is comparable to clocks chiming: even when I do not count from the first stroke I know the time, because my mind is compartmentalizing the sounds in packages of four strokes. So, by he time I am getting home it is only about counting, I am running in a flow, it’s just about running and my mind is liberated from many thoughts and there is room for a fresh start.

While improvising I try to apply what I experience during my last 15 minutes of running. Simply making music in an ever changing situation with no distraction by whatever peripheral is going on in my head. Counting only. Preferably on a subconscious level, but if necessary consciously. As far as the 50-seconds-impro’s this week are concerned I will do a count down in my head (I will do a 10 to 20 second break between the parts) and count (meter, or moves) during my playing. By doing so I don’t need a warming up but get to the point straight away and the chances of being distracted by too irrelevant matters are slim.

We had the raclette May 18.

This week project Waves is taking place at the Radboud University. Master classes and lectures around the theme and I selected two to visit.

On Monday a lecture by music therapist and ArtEZ colleague Annemiek Vink on musical brainwaves, where she explained, a.o., how we adjust to the music played for us in supermarkets. Did you ever notice that it always seems to be slow music? This helps us to walk in slower pace between all the products the supermarket wants us to buy.

Today, on our International Workers’ Day, I am looking forward to the lecture “Creativity, Science and Graphene” by Mikhail Katsnelson. Anxious to hear how Katsnelson, a leading scientist in the field of graphene, will connect the three words in the title.

And on Friday 1.30PM I will be visiting the exhibition and performance, to see what the group of students with various backgrounds (architects, engineers, artists, musicians, computer scientists and more) has created during the master classes by Elly Jessop and Peter Torpey.

The theme of the event is making me think about the fact that so many things in life come and go in waves. We are part of something for a specific time and then we aren’t anymore. People and other things are passing by and have some kind of influence on our future. We are inspired or annoyed by this or that and, based on those experiences, triggered continuously to decide what to do next. We can schedule as much as we like, but the unexpected guests and events that come about have something else in store. We adapt, and many of the developments are put in motion through the temporal presence of triggers.

Wonder is a powerful thing.

I have led my 13-piece orchestra Bik Bent Braam over a long time. As a big ensemble like that one, risky musically as well as in terms of business, could not survive without funding, we had to plan ahead for around 5 years. I always tried to leave as much as possible freedom within that period because it was always a surprise what wave would come along and how we would incorporate that in our music. So I basically decided to write a new program and tour every two years and tried to write down that the development of our music was important and contradicting too outlined plans for the future. The program “Exit” was triggered by a political wave that caused drastic cuts in art fundings, which made it impossible to run an ongoing experimental 13-piece band. A more optimistic example was a dear friend who introduced the term “Serendipity” to me, which was fascinating enough to inspire me over a long period.

It feels as a responsibility to our students at ArtEZ to as little as possible stand in the way of whatever inspiring wave is entering a student’s world. This is the main reason I have, to say the least, mixed feelings about a program split in too many short periods, with meticulously described final criteria per period. The shorter the periods are, the less room is left for personal development, madness and choice. I strongly believe that we, perhaps even more students, who are in a crucial phase of exploration, development and creating, need room for the so important impulses, inspiration at the highest level. Me, as a student in 1984: “Yes! I discovered Herbie Nichols today and want to know all about his music! I’m out of here, see you later!”. Being mad about something drives you further, makes you hungry to find out more, activates, makes you ambitious. Naturally this also means that some other areas are developed less profoundly during this wave of motivation. That is of less importance; developing activating skills is crucial and will help you later on. It gets you in shape even when you are trying to tackle problems that don’t appeal to you at first sight; because you know original and personal motivation exists you can be optimistic about the chances to find intriguing elements in the unknown and approach even matters that don’t connect to you automatically (which we will all sufficiently encounter too) with an optimistic and curious attitude.

In a way it has always felt kinda gappy to neglect Antillean music as a player for so long. I am hearing the music for more than 25 years now, since the love of my life Marjan (who also took the photo on top of this column) gave me a compact cassette with this music. I always wanted to play it myself too, never found (created!) the time to do so. So you could say this wave of inspiration and how it is adapted into my playing has no typical form, stretched over several decades. This is also interesting, well, at least for me; after hearing the tunes so much I know them all by heart but have to study them at the same time. The music is in my heart and head, but not yet in my fingers. Generally spoken these processes take place simultaneously.

After graduating from the conservatory it took me 20 years to play something beside an acoustic piano. It was mostly hearing Pieter Douma play that inspired me to take up non-acoustic keys and explore rock-oriented music as a pianist. Another bass player, the unambiguously improvising Wilbert de Joode has motivated me more than half my life to make music here and now. Now I come to think of it all bass players I played with have been influential to me. Ton van Erp showed me to look beyond the obvious and explore and explore even more. Ernst Glerum introduced me to fascinating music and musicians at an early stage. As students we briefly had a band “Schweine Im Weltall” (me on CP80!) with Bart Tarenskeen, who always combined tradition and playful ideas as a composer and the recent collaboration with Tony Overwater learns me about ease within depth. Since a month Aty de Windt is guiding me through the key values of Antillean Music.

This little article has turned into not only an ode to waves of inspiration that are so crucial in learning but also an expression of my gratitude to bass players I performed with.

Deep waves carry far.

I always say to my friends that if I ever, during one of my countless weak moments, may decide to enter politics, appropriate violence is allowed to stop me. It is only exactly what it seems: a weak moment. If I, for instance, were asked to say something on a political situation, it would not go any further than an occasional swap of characters and apostrophe replacement.

By the way, about that and the way our PM answered the journalist who asked him about Geert Widler’s views on Moroccans in relation to the Black Pete discussion during a press conference at the Nuclear Summit last week I really don’t know why the PM was having so much trouble answering the nice man. He could simply have referred to the Dutch labor act we have about a year now. One paragraph is about the fact that 90% of the managers in (semi-)government institutions has to be Moroccan. A footnote to the law explains that it is also possible for white managers to fall within the boundaries of the law if they work on their tan, for instance by visiting beauty salons. Since those visits don’t come cheap, provision 5.7 enables institutions to give top-managers bonuses as an “extra pay due to good tanning”.

Well, anyway, looking back on these last few years of fresh views by politicians on the role of governmental funding of the Arts I really have to admit initiating change was visionary. Far beyond the point of what we, average people, are capable of.

For starters, how visionary must you be to see that the crisis could be defeated by a change of the percentage of the state budget set apart for the arts from four thousandths to three thousandths. For a mere 25% cut the crisis is as good as over! And, as an extra, we, the artists, have finally been activated. At last, after muddling through a few centuries of state-funded arts, we are innovating. And I mean innovation in the real sense. Up to a few years ago I wrongly assumed innovation in music meant coming up with new scales, chords, re-evaluating the roles and structures in music and so forth, but now politicians and funds have taught me real innovation is about finding new ways to sell your product. In short: society is starting to benefit from the new élan in selling our products and relieved of the burden of art itself.

The last year I have been working hard on my business plan. I performed a SWOT analysis on myself and my product-line. I am afraid some (sorry for getting really technical here) “♭5♯11” and other chords will have to go, but overall I think there are a lot of strengths and opportunities to help me through my process of innovation. I tan easily, so, given the bonus situation, it took hardly any effort to persuade possible investment corporations. Alongside talks with those we did some crowd funding and found a sponsor (beer unfortunately, I hate beer).

The results of all this reevaluating will be Bik You!ropean Eksperimentel Bent [BYEB™], aiming at 500 shows a year. BYEB™ will present 50 of the best possible improvisers in Europe. We are having tough negotiations and are bargaining hard with musicians like Mats Gutsaffson, Han Bennik, Peter Brätzmann and Joëlle Laundre. We are in the midst of the process to naturalize several highly acclaimed American jazz musicians like Gregory House and we are about to wrap up the hostile take-over of the Instant Composing Pool, despite the well-meant resistance of the management of the targeted company.

Most shows of BYEB™ will be prerecorded 3D-projections and take place in theaters which can host at least 500 visitors. Once a year we will have a special show at the Amsterdam ArenA, presenting special guests with commercial value.  Since BYEB™ is still talking fees with some of those I can’t give you names right here, but, if they were still alive, imagine jazz-icons like John Lennon, Klaus Wunderlich, Astor Piazzolla and André Hazes. This BYEB™ concert in Amsterdam will provide all the footage needed for the other 499 shows, so no additional payments to musicians will be needed.

I guess you can imagine the amount of work here. Evaluating and selecting the online ticket-sale system, food and drinks, infrastructural matters, incorporating facebookstreaming before and during the big live-show, light show, transmitting tweets, housing the special guests in Luxury hotels, limousines, scenery, organizing a youth hostel for the improvisers, press meetings, filming, costumes, editing. Need I go on?

You see I am entering a brand new area of presenting worthwhile European improvisers and myself. I am grateful Dutch politics opened my eyes. Success is a state of mind. We are finally getting somewhere!

PS: Next month I will give you some proof of my renewed intentions. As part of a little festival evening on my 50th birthday we will play some safe music too, I am considering doing Ravel’s Bolero or Mozart’s KV488 and Summer Samba.

Over the years I’ve worked with many bands, each having its own way of communication, musically as well as verbally.

It strikes me that the level of verbal communication seems to be inversely proportional to the depth reached in music.An example of this is our trio BraamDeJoodeVatcher. Don’t misunderstand me here, there is no personal problem between us and apart from the regular tour irritations (I could fill you in, but it’s really not worth mentioning) we get along absolutely fine, I would say above average. But we don’t visit each other birthdays, don’t do dinner appointments nor stay very long after gigs and do very little together in between concerts while on tour. Hanging out is simply not our thing. It has been like that since we started, half-a-life ago. This band is about playing, not talking. Most of what we want to share with each other we share musically. This makes Wilbert and Michael very dear friends I wouldn’t like to miss for the world; whatever we play to each other is pure and fair. Love it.

In bands which have more going on while not playing, with a lot of laughing around, stories, family business, gossip, drama, well you get the picture, there is simply less need for communication while performing music together. That is why many of those bands (not all, over the years I have been a member of bands that would prove me totally wrong if I would generalize this!) have less of the indispensable urge to communicate musically. Even if all members of such a band would be really skilled musicians, which so many musicians are nowadays, there could simply be nothing else to communicate about while playing when everything is said in words already.

It also gets interesting when trying to connect the two ways of interaction.

On tour in Canada with my orchestra Bik Bent Braam we decided to have a brainstorm-dinner in a Chinese restaurant in Ottawa, and, if that wasn’t enough, a few years later we did some brainstorm-lunches in Amsterdam. At the time we felt the meetings could help us interpreting written parts and improvising together and I even think for a few gigs it did. It is rather complicated to improvise with 13 musicians, to cook a delicious meal with all those chefs in the kitchen. All those tastes, opinions, all those really lovely people connecting 13 dots in their own way (see the short film by Jellie Dekker on how Bik Bent Braam worked). Well, it arose many questions in the band and the brainstorm seemed a logical recipe for change. But in the end it didn’t. It could very well be possible that, for instance, a management team of 13 members would try to improve as a group through talks, agreements and arrangements. But it’s simply not possible to make improvised music against your nature (pure, fair) and if you set goals together, with 13, a lot of what is discussed will be asking you to do things that you would not do if you could choose freely. And our music is, like all art, almost exclusively about freedom and telling what you want to tell undiluted. There is no other way; leave freedom out and you could as well leave. The best that could happen after a brainstorm is that you are even more aware of that and have an even more may-I-please-decide-that-myself-?-attitude. Thát helps!

So, let’s stop using precious time talking about our musical adventures, about what happened and what we think should happen in the future. Let’s use that precious time playing together, filling our knapsack with personal and collective material we can use telling our musical stories, training ourselves in listening to what others have to play and how to come up with fresh ways to react to that on-the-spot, working on our collective sense of rhythm.

I have been thinking this all might only be relevant for groups that exist for a long time (both mentioned bands for about 25 years) and that after a long time you reach your personal core concerning music and interaction in which process you have bid farewell to a talking overload in order to give intuition more room, or there is simply not very much to talk about in words after a long time. But that is not the case. In those bands it has been like that from the start and also in our relatively new band eBraam we grow by playing, not discussing; our grooves do not gain from chats but from hours and hours of musical interplay.

Currently I am transcribing and learning Antillean music and shortly we will be starting a new band to play the music with. I am convinced that we will get sort of a grip on the distinct and simultaneous use of binary and ternary rhythm in this delicious music not by talking, but by doing it over and over again.

Let’s not be distracted by talking and use the precious time to play, play and play!

To reveal it right away: you are. In case you will, surrendering to your infobesity, use this bossy power within seconds and click on to the next web page, at least you did read this column’s conclusion.

You Are.

In an earlier column I included a link to a hilarious video which shows a specific type of manager mimed by Jerry Lewis on music of Count Basie. In case you missed it I still highly recommend you to view that 2-minute clip. It is clear that the errand boy is considering the manager to be an intimidating person, but his personality is giving him the liberty to set aside that his role is what you normally consider subordinate to the role of the man usually sitting in the chair. Being able to put this difference aside is enough for coming to the conclusion that, in the end, errand boys can be as much bosses as people in management positions and everything “in between”. Being in power is, above all, a state of mind.

Another delicious example of that is this clip with Bob Newhart and Mo Collins. The victim in the clip is having her problem merely because she does not take control of the situation. She is feeling miserably due to something “out of her range”. She is holding that responsible for her distress, and she is right. The only problem is, however, that it is her own mind that has perhaps not created, but surely persevered the situation, and she has, consequently, the power to put it to an end, which is the only necessary next step for her.

Especially during these months of the year, I, in my role as head of ArtEZ Jazz & Pop, inform many young people who want to study jazz saxophone, heavy metal guitar, reggae bass, Latin vocals, fusion keys, free improv drums and what not. These youngsters visit us despite advice they are given by some well-meaning persons (WMP’s) around them. People who tell them to choose for the certainty they can find in a career in which more money is involved. The WMP’s know this from other WMP’s, who have told them this over and over again. In the Western world it is commonly considered smart to go for the money instead of for what your heart is telling you. That is extremely strange. I shared this Alan Watts clip on that theme via facebook a few weeks ago, and I think it’s spot on! Again, the only thing necessary is to take control yourself, to minimize the odds of becoming a victim, first of the WMP’s and later of yourself. Do not hesitate to do whatever you suppose to be good for you. Might your choice change later on: go another direction!

Abbey Lincoln composed the exquisite song Throw It Away, here recorded with Pat Metheny. The song is containing the line “you can never loose a thing if it belongs to you”. Everything that is important in life is your property, and nobody can take that from you, however the circumstances. Concentrate on your key values and not on everything else, such as earning loads of money. Several studies show that people who have enough money to pay for a roof above their head and enough food are the happiest of all. I doesn’t get better beyond that point, but worse. Apparently the surplus is costing joy, it is harder to appreciate the value of the defenseless essentials when you, materialistically spoken, have everything.

So why don’t we all simply take control over our own lives? I think misfortune can paralyze us, almost like being victimized and pretending to be dead to prevent the nasty wolf to finish the job. Something, or someone, keeps us from enjoying life as much as we would like to, and is making the set list for us. And since we are relating everything to each other, we tend to forget there is a lot of worthwhile in our nature to contribute to the world and ourselves in order to reverse things. So, keeping this in mind and practicing “I am in charge of my life and holding the key to remain an essentially happy person” can really make a difference.

In the clips Jerry Lewis, Bob Newhart, Mo Collins, Alan Watts and Abbey Lincoln all encourage us to be in charge of our own lives. I am sure that the more people are confident that they are holding the key and carry this out, the more complete the community, as a whole, is functioning.

Contribute! Inspire! Be The Boss!

Shortly after publishing my last entry on this page I intended to gradually write the next one, instead of working on it only the last days of the month. Something like starting with a framework, filling in details during December and finishing a spic-and-span article on New Year’s Day. The title as well as the first sentences were even ready:

[Title] Who’s The Boss?[First sentences] To reveal it right away: you are. In case you will, surrendering to your infobesity, use this bossy power within seconds and click on to the next web page, at least you did read this column’s conclusion. You Are.

Haven’t done a thing since I came up with that gorgeous intention to spread the work.

I could name several reasons why I haven’t, since December has been extremely stressful in many respects. There have been ups and downs throughout these last 30 days. The deepest down, the sudden death of our student Robin Cornelissen, that left his family, friends and our faculty paralyzed, was so shocking that it would simply be inappropriate to specify any of the other ones. Let me just say that sincere worries concerning my life as musician and ArtEZ are substantially growing and there has been heart-warming moments that leave much room for optimism towards the future.

Back to the deadline. Why does stretching out work not seem to work? It’s not the stress; during many periods in my life I have coped with work, like composing, that had to be finished at a specific moment, while there was a lot, or nothing else, going on. On every occasion it was completely clear I would start the job only when it was really necessary and couldn’t wait any longer. I have experienced no change whatsoever in this behavior over the years. Between the late eighties and now I have played around 1500 concerts, nothing extreme off course, but also have written most of the music played during those gigs, 60 sets of compositions (the majority being entire 90-minute-programs) for line-ups up to 50 musicians. And I have also been working for ArtEZ Jazz & Pop three days a week, on average.

Well, let’s say there was enough ground for tight planning rules.

I have tried working ahead. It did not work at all. It was taking out all the tension that is necessary for creating. Too much room for elaborating. For me it’s comparable to composing at the piano; it is so much fun that I get lost in variations and there is no necessity to choose, or at least I do not want to choose, many of the directions you’re going could work out fine. My conclusion is that composing with the piano simply takes too much time, and the fact that I decide faster with no piano nearby, with ink pen (No pencil! The possibility of erasing is a time-consuming invitation for abandoning the point you’re making!) and paper only, and the fact that the option you pursue might not be the ideal one (since there is no such thing as the perfect choice) is of no importance. I live in some kind of faith that later on in the process, while playing the material, everything can be made to measure. A composer is no dictator. Leastwise it’s not my intention.

The advantage of this faster way of working is that there is a better flow going on. By choosing via whatever option you move on to the next challenge, problem, puzzle, or however you want to call it, you will keep the process ongoing, and the focus where it is helpful, optimally supporting absorptive creating.

Still, there is this pile of work to be finished at specific moments, and what to do with that complication if you think spreading work over a long period is interrupting creative processes too much and consequently no solution. Let me give you an example and count back a year, starting six weeks ago.

Last November we had a tour by my septet Flex Bent Braam. For the first time in my life we had decided to issue an album with a band that had never played together in order to have the album available to sell during the tour. The album had to be back from the factory beginning of summer, for distribution and giving the press the opportunity to schedule reviews just before the tour. Between recording and issuing the album there is some time needed for editing, mixing and mastering, and for the design of the sleeve. Taken everyone’s agendas in consideration, the recordings had to take place end of March. The written music and sound files had to be ready end of February. 8 arrangements of jazz standards, 8 originals. I figured one day per standard and two per original plus four extra for lay-out and sound files could work out fine, so blocked all free days between 20 December and 27 February and created 28 days with specific deadlines (e.g. 7 Feb says: 9AM-17PM: writing “Better Git It In Your Soul“, for Flex Bent Braam). No escape, as simple as that. No waiting for inspiration, no procrastinating dates due to unanticipated circumstances, since I do not at all believe in unreliability concerning agreements I make with others.

This working mode allows me to finish the job in time (writing a complete program for a septet is simply taking up much time) and satisfies my need for a tight deadline to put me under pressure. Part after part.

Duke Ellington (I think in his recommendable book “Music Is My Mistress”) couldn’t be more right when mentioning “I don’t need time, I need a deadline”.

From time to time I realize how fortunate I am as an improvising musician. For example, when talking with friends who are struggling with this or that there is a pattern in the way I reflect. I’ll have to confess that in many of those cases I translate the situation to music; how would I behave in a given situation in a musical setting? This translating is happening naturally; particularly when dealing with obstacles there is not a big gap, if any, between me as a musician and me as, well, eh, as the rest.

The key word is always “improvisation”, everything that comes with it inclusive. With an open eye for essential ingredients of improvisation (here, now, passion, courage, freedom, authenticity, creation, inspiration, connection, risk, tradition, images, well, you know) you are excluding a lot of well-meant nonsense you are taught over the years. You decide for yourself to which extent you are adapting to your social environment, and the trick is to be fair to your key values, confident that your choices are personally relevant, relate to other people and situations sufficiently but not suffocate you and let you act against what feels right and what your intuition would suggest. Or, measured in time, to not look ahead or back too much. To believe that whatever you have chosen to do, to try, is okay for that moment, and always open for readjustment when the situation is asking for it. This happens a lot in life, and in improvised music forms such as jazz; particularly when playing with others there is a fair chance your decisions are colliding with the ones your colleagues have made, the direction you went might be surprisingly crappier than you imagined before. Being honest to yourself also means that your own decisions are never fixed for a period in time, you continuously keep reflecting on them, when necessary leave them behind you.

Let’s say you are walking your dog in the woods. A fallen tree (called “Oak”) is blocking the pathway. How to cope with the situation?

• Go around Oak
• Jump over Oak
• Go back home
• Take another path
• Take five and use Oak as a seat
• Move to Iceland and forget about ever seeing a tree again
• Subscribe yourself to a nearby gym, grow muscles and remove Oak
• Buy a WoodMaxx Mark 8H wood chipper and shred Oak
• Borrow a WoodMaxx Mark 8H wood chipper and shred Oak
• Steal a WoodMaxx Mark 8H wood chipper and shred Oak
• Stop having a dog
• Etc, etc

You see there are numerous possibilities. There is not something like “the right” option here, it is depending on you, and on the moment. The only thing I can say is that staying in the role of the victim of a terrible situation (“Oak – or the storm that made Oak woefully fall down – is causing misery to my life”) does not help. For the rest: circumstances may rule out or welcome this or that choice; for instance, take five when feeling hungry and you brought a sandwich, or do not use the electric WoodMaxx Mark 8H during rain showers.

I love this process enough to deliberately get lost while playing music from time to time; hence creating a situation that is potentially desperate. This does not work without the faith that, at one time, things will come together. I will fix things eventually and I am responsible.

You might argue me by saying improvising in music is something else than daily life. You might label an improvisation band as some kind of lab situation. You might think it is not possible to let intuition being in charge too much outside an artistic setting. You might say the world, like it or not, does not facilitate a state of being “in the moment”.

You might, however, do yourself a favour and consider that many elements of improvisation are useful in, and adaptable to, daily life. Develop yourself as an improviser and you will develop as a person automatically. It will learn you better to see what is essential for you and what absolutely not.

It is a state of mind. Free yourself! Improvise!

The day before yesterday we did kick off the so-called ArtEZ Interdisciplinary Project. The evening comprised speed date sessions; 130 students from 5 departments talking for 15 to 25 sessions of 3 minutes trying to find students from other arts disciplines to work on a performance, installation, video, or whatever they will choose to create over the next few months. As an appetizer we invited Tom Kortbeek, Frank en Michiel and Peter Zegveld to share some of their thoughts with the students. The latter said that art can help you to think more freely. He, and the other speakers, made a lot more worthy, etc observations, but I would like to focus on this freedom thing, for I strongly feel it is touching the core of what art, all forms including, is about.

While driving my car this morning, listening randomly to my music collection, I heard a lovely string of tunes: Count Basie’s “Blues in Hoss’ Flat” (later more on this one), Stevie Wonder’s “Another Star”, Erik Satie’s “Gnossiennes” and Lamb’s “Sweetheart”. It made me whistle, sing, move, drum on the steering wheel, contemplate and much more, well, it set me free, helped me both emotionally and fysically. I felt better afterwards.

This is what the arts can do, and will do if you open yourself to it. It mirrors your life, puts things – your personal ideas, daily news, whatever – in perspective. With or without words it directly goes where it helps you, you can powerfully choose to dance to it, to make you angry, happy or sad. You look a bit (sometimes: a lot) different at the world after experiencing arts. And this goes for every form of arts (music, theater, dance, literature, visual arts, well, every form) you prefer; again, it’s totally up to you! The arts are so helpful in our society; just like we need surgeons, dentists, schrinks, greengrocers and the milkman we need choreographers, composers, actors and heavy metal death grunters. The arts are not something extra, some bonus, but essential for us, it makes society function.

It is up to you to decide what you think, and what you choose to do or do not with an art experience, and whether or not you translate it to a situation you are in persoonally, or it gives you more insight in processes you see around. Take this Basie Tune I mentioned before. It was used in the Jerry Lewis comedy “The Errand Boy”. What to do with this two-minute scene is depending on your personal situation. Behind your doubtless smile you can, for instance, relate it to the nowadays ‘crises’ caused by greedy rich people and how these macho sort of beings acquire and maintain their power. This could lead to feelings of frustration, vigilance or rebellion, to name a few possible moods to get in. The art experience serves as a link between the feelings you had before it, and after it. It keeps you moving and alive. It tells you there is a choice in many, many circumstances, which can give you hope at moments you do not unchallengeably feel there is much reason for optimism.

That artist make their art to become more complete themselves and that being the main reason to use the arts as a vehicle for expression is clear, and I think most artist will simply say there is no other way for them. But that this communicates to other people, listeners, visitors of exibitions, literature readers, and so on, is, to me, proof that everyone is actually playing an equally essential role in this. We, the artists, use our skills to make something, and will have our own thoughts and ideas on our products, and our audiences, who have no skills in our fields, have as good thoughts and ideas about what they read, see and hear. These thoughts and ideas do not have to go further than the consumer, but it can also inspire people to collectively translate it to whatever action (I did visit Dachau last week and it, a.o., very luridly showed what effects regimes’ fears for arts can have, let me expand on that visit some other time).

That art translates to action is rather magical. You hear something (mere air moving around) or see something (mere light coming along) or read something (that leaves room for interpretation), and that alone can serve as a guideline of a sort.

Combining several arts opens up even more. Via one art form people who usually are not attracted this or that other form can expand their observing. And one art form can inspire artist from another one to superimpose his or her work. So I personally loved working with the poets Simon Vinkenoog, HH ter Balkt and digesting Ken Nordine’s poems, with many dancers and actors, with visual artist who were action painting while I played music or whose work was the basis for some of my compositions. This month my Flex Bent Braam is focussing on the COBRA poet and painter Lucebert, who once said “I am a flawed saxophonist”. Hidden in this “confession” is also the link between music and Lucebert’s vehicles of expression. Apart from skills it is basically one thing.

Next week I will visit Korea with our trio eBraam. Play several concerts, at Jarasum International Jazz Festival and other places, as a trio, and also with musicians from the Samulnori team whom we’ve never met before and who play traditional Korean music. I am looking forward to those meetings immensely, and the outlook reminds me of a project I did back in 1999, entitled “The Globe Orchestra”.

The 11-piece Globe Orchestra was initiated by Joop Veuger, a so-called world-music enthusiast and organizer who had worked with musicians from several parts of the world and was anxious to see and hear what would happen when bringing together musicians from 4 regions, let them rehearse for a week followed by a tour. The musicians involved were the karate-like singing Bisserov Sisters from Bulgaria, the ecstatically swinging Ugandan musicians from Ndere Troupe, divine Tuvan throat singers, drummer Fred van Duijnhoven and me from Nijmegen.

The project was, for me at least, enlightening when it comes to seeing the benefits of bringing together elements that you normally would consider to be completely incompatible.

For starters, the instruments used didn’t match in so many ways; the Tuvan doshpuluur did not really compete, volume-wise, with the Ugandan drums that were used. There was simply no use in tuning of the Ugandan idingiti (one string, 4 usable fingers) to the equal temperament of my piano. Rhythm-wise we had the Bulgarian songs in what we would call “odd meters”, the rubato chants from Tuva, the “12/8”-feel in many of the Ugandan music and Fred and me somewhere in between that all.

During the course of the project we more and more stepped away from a lot of truths and, at the same time brought in everything that was in our system with less and less reserve. We all learned that what we had to say could only be worthwhile and convincing when said, sung and played from our hearts. Would we merely have adjusted ourselves to each other the outcome would have been too polite and lack both authenticity and friction. We, on the other hand, fell in love with the various corner stones of the four musical languages and accepted that every one of us carried tradition as well as several “foreign” elements, which connected with us personally and were not depending on our background. We learned that what we know is one thing, and what we do not know and consider being in conflict with the quintessence of our musical behavior is actually necessary to feed us.

Would I only meet musicians who speak my musical language, the music could very well, at one point, drop dead. I would not be challenged so much to doubt musical decisions I make when hearing “yes, you’re right Michiel” all the time and my vocabulary would expand less, my development as a musician stay one-dimensional. That’s why I consider working together with as many as possible musicians from different backgrounds, trying to solve their puzzles, figuring out where the beauty is in their language and relating my own music to that, is an absolute necessity for lasting joy in making music.

Working, well, BEING like that helps me to build my own conventions instead of living up to other people’s rules. That makes me less compatible with especially musicians who feel conventions in their playing and musical surroundings are essential for a solid communication. So I’ve had jazz pianists who find my touch no touch, horn players who don’t think I comp (in fact there once was a critic who referred to my accompanying as “laying a minefield”). I am obviously using the wrong scales, or, rather, not using the right ones, and doing what “anyone can do” (good thing for me they don’t, would ruin the market), and what about my upper structures? Funny thing is I bother about none of the mentioned. Not because I think all those opinions are wrong, but being formed by all the encounters I have (and haven’t) had over the years, mine are definitely the right ones for me.

So that’s why I am looking forward to the meetings in Korea. It will keep us all alert, searching for answers, digging up questions. And that is both satisfying on the spot and will have made us a little more flexible in the future. eBraam will sound different after Korea.

When learning about music and improving your playing, it is helpful to frequently set yourself back a few steps. When explicitly doing so, you will come closer the moments of inventing you have already experienced in the process of becoming the skilled musician you are now and will be in the future.

At the brink of my maturity, I was having a nasty thumb tendonitis. The problem did not disappear by itself, so I was ordered to restrain the use of my right hand as much as possible. Of course, several concerts were coming up, what made me decide to play with my left hand only. I experienced that the handicap unfolded new possibilities and contributed several personal ways of using the piano. Having only a mere 10 inches of span at my disposal and playing the piano with my less developed hand, made me find other chords, activated me to think about the chord notes that were really important or could be left out. Driven by the shortcoming I became an inventor more than a piano player who was only using everything that was already in my system.

The experience taught me to be lovingly careful of my imperfections. It is not everything that I am easily able to play that defines me as a musician, but the broad area of my weaknesses that trigger me to come up with solutions, preferably new ones, to expand the number of resources I will have at my disposal while playing.

Not because I am having an insufficient amount of flaws by nature, but for the sake of actively avoiding to get stuck in the ones coming to the surface automatically I, since the tendonitis, provide myself with small restraining assignments. Examples have been:

• The usage, while improvising, of no more then one octave;
• The usage, during solos, of intervals larger than a major second only;
• Writing a two hour program for my thirteen piece orchestra and leaving out the C, E and G entirely.

Most of the experiments were carried out dogmatically for a specific period of time; the above playing‐examples lasted around a month in which I forced myself to simply stick to it. In all cases this brought me much further, paradoxically making me a less and less dogmatic player. I feel strongly that the more room you give to your nature, in all facets, including especially your home‐made solutions, the more personal your style will be, the more you can rely on your playing and the less you need rules that seem applicable to a majority.

Is this relevant to musicians only? I would not think so. I am sure this counts for everyone. The process of creating can easily get stuck when not being aware of the possibilities, and impossibilities that are hidden inside you. You need the latter to unlock and develop the former, and it gives you the key to the distinctive ‐ and probably more interesting ‐ aspects of your personality.