I’m still working through Bill Isaacs’ Dialogue. He tells a good story about the practice of voicing – giving expression to what it is we are really feeling, wanting, needing.
A jazz pianist friend – who will later turn professional with great success – fits in a bit of performing during meeting breaks as part of his day job doing consulting. During one of these musical interludes, an audience member asks what he’s been playing. He explains it was an arrangement of Moon River. “No,” says the audience member, “before that.” The pianist says, “oh, that was one of my own compositions.”
The audience member replies: “You’re wasting your time with Moon River. If you don’t play your own music, who will?”
