@miunau Hah, yeah - the sound felt predestined!

Less so my mum walking around...the kind of walking that says, "I'm not saying anything, but am saying in my not-saying 'stop'..." 😅

Thank you for listening. 🙏

@sfn Okay, I found out the answer to this from my wife: my mother lost the key to that door about 20 years ago. And thus, rather than doing something about the key, covered the pain of it by putting a lamp in front of it. So it would never be used again.

Quite a chilling tale, really.

@mcmullin Thanks - that’s a really interesting and observant point, and the relationship to jazz is something I’ve often thought about. But how you’ve framed it (with a wording I’d not thought of at all) is so excellent: “the harmonies tasting jazz fed.” Because like you, I feel no pull toward explicitly playing in that territory - and when people reference jazz pieces as a comparison my feeling is that the music isn’t really being “heard”. But yes; to say the tonal language carries no aspects of those influences would be a kind of wilful denial! 😅

It’s lovely too to hear that you improvise in these “jazz fed” worlds. I imagine you’re also drawn to a sort of post-Romantic tonal dissolve that Impressionism drew from? (and jazz kind of later absorbed in its own way.) Probably what we gravitate toward is that less codified pool - where the harmony carries emotional ambiguity without the rhythmic and idiomatic commitments that give jazz its *particular* identity.

PS - not at all saying I enact the results successfully. The above is a later reading. The rest is dependent on the day, limits, joints and (im)patience of the person whose piano I’m borrowing. 😅