Ciao!
I play classical, forties standards, some jazz, some boogie, and so on. Please be aware of the following: I do not sing. I used to sing, but a frog got into my throat and never left. However, once in awhile, I get carried away, when I'm so into the music and forgetting that I don't sing anymore, start singing along. No one has said anything so far. Either they are deaf or don't mind.
Not everyone can say this...but I can. It's not that I'm bragging, but I am!! In the spring of 2008 I was playing classical music professionally at a grand piano in a Clearwater, Florida hotel. Much to my surprise and delight, Chick Corea, the grammy winning jazz composer, came running up to me, and embracing my waist with his famous hands said: "You're smokin', you're really smokin'"! He just about lifted me off the piano bench. Mario Feininger, a well known European classical concert pianist recently told me that I played from "knowingness." When I was younger I was a folk singer with acoustic guitar, and I took lessons from Jerry Garcia of the "Grateful Dead" an "instant" before he became famous.

Please mail me at jerrye.albert@rocketmail.com to engage me for your event. I am located in Clearwater, Florida close to Tampa.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Christmas...

Been really busy this past week...playing Christmas music at two hotels here in Clearwater, more next week.  Also played a gig out in Palm Harbor yesterday for over two hours.  Loved it.  It is wonderful to create such joy in others.  I love it when they come to me, eyes sparkling, these listeners, and tell me how beautiful the music is...I love it because they have become beauty themselves.  They create themselves to be lighter than the air, and truly beautiful. This is wonderful to see!  Wow!  What a joy!  :)

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

I, a Spirit...


I, a spirit bright, seek softness in the velvet night.
   I seek the Spanish moss.
      It is elusive to my touch.                        
I am left empty, wanting to feel it.

My thrust too strong takes me beyond,   
   Takes me beyond this pale green lace
        to sail at the bow of an
            ever growing corridor of space.

Am I to never know the touch of moss against my face?     
   In firm resolve I stand within this moss once more.
      It’s very essence I embrace. 
 I, too, am draped upon the oak.

Feeling full with joy I am so much. I have created touch.

Copyright October 1, 2001 by Jerrye Albert