All-State Jazz is a difficult topic for me to discuss. It is an elite group of jazz musicians chosen from high schools all across Iowa. To audition for this elite group, you have to record an etude, which is the one song that everyone has to perform, and at least one song, of your choice, to improvise on. Preparing for this audition can end up taking months; I choose my song in December and took until February to at least get somewhat good at it. I spent almost 3 months of practice and stress, all, it seems, for nothing. My recordings were sent in on March 1st and I didn’t get the results back until March 26th. I thought my recordings were good but, in fact, they were not even close to good enough to make All-State Jazz.
I love jazz. Every time I play or even listen to jazz, it’s as if the world is right, nothing can go wrong, all the fears and doubts of yesterday are washed away. Jazz is like a cool breeze in the summer, it is much needed and much appreciated by all; yet, there is always a feeling of discomfort on these breezes, as if there is always a looming storm, something to completely destroy everything in its path. In this instance, jazz took a turn for the worse; a tornado came and destroyed everything, tearing me apart as if I were an insignificant ant. I live for jazz but jazz doesn’t always live for me. I just can’t beat the onslaught that jazz brings towards me.
When I looked at the results, it was as if I had been sucked into the middle of a tornado; the world was spinning all around me, my confidence and hours spent on this task had been ravaged in seconds. I am bare and exposed, the storm of jazz took my possessions as if I were being mugged. I felt sick to my stomach and mad that I could not do better. My passion, jazz, was all a big lie, a slap in the face. Am I ever going to be able to recover? What more can I do to be able to improve my jazz skills? The answers…still to be determined. All I can think of doing is to continue to learn more improvisation vocabulary. I clearly don’t know how to develop an idea or know what exactly to play within each key, each song. The feeling of self-disappointment has almost overcome me, like a wave capsizing my ship of confidence.
Words cannot fulfill my disappointment. I feel empty. I have failed myself.




