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.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

My Australia


I’m having an adventure.  Me! This is a dream I never dared to dream. And it’s fun. Really fun!

I was beset with thoughts of conserving my meager savings “in case something went wrong.”  This wasn't any fun at all...being cautious, worried, conservative.

I recalled how wide open my eyes were to discovery when I was younger; how I was captivated by the glistening threads of an intricate spider web on a bush; how a silent family of deer and I stared at each other until one of us had a thought, whereupon the deer leapt away; how I pretended to be an Indian softly treading the parchment autumn leaves on a hiking trail, tracking I know not what.  It didn’t matter.

Indeed, growing old is a state of mind, no more. I knew I had to create an adventure.  So I did.

Throwing all dust like motes of caution into yesterday, I gave my car to a friend for a dollar, gave away most of my belongings, and went to the Australian bush country. With the help of a friend I found my way into the central goldfields shire, in search of the elusive gold nugget. 

For only a brief flickering moment I wonder why I do this. What drives me onward? Why do I dance in the freezing cold rain of an Australian winter? Is it the golden gossamer illusion I imagine driving me onward?  Is it the thought of great riches awaiting me, material wealth burdening me to its care with clutter, complexity and chains? Why do I love this so? I hear the kookaburra bird high in a gum tree, laughing with me.

It is the excitement, the joy of the act, the moment. I am smiling as I swing the pickaxe, digging a hole in the reddish soil sprinkled with quartz. I am freezing from the cold arctic wind wending its way northward from the south pole, yet I feel an excitement bubbling thru my very beingness as I squat on the ground and sift the reddish soil with my bare hands. I wave the soil over a metal detector and then toss it aside.

I feel very alive. I am living in this moment. Soon I will return to the states with or without gold. The treasure I take with me is already mine. It is the knowledge of the joy of creating the moment. Where will I go when I arrive stateside? I do not yet know.  It does not matter. I will know when I get there.  What does matter is that I know I can create it myself and all will be right.  It is all in your state of mind. 

I go now to walk between the raindrops.

-the beginning-



Copyright September 1, 2008



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