I didn’t even realize it until it was over this morning: it was our last classical improv class of the semester. Sigh. Great group this semester, good ears, lots of satisfying choices. Some fear, still, of “mistakes” (it’s hard to set aside all that classical training for an hour when you’ve been doing it so long), but great imaginations.
What did we do on the last day?
Before I came to school this morning I had been rummaging around some old notebooks and found some scribbled notes on various masterclasses and was typing them into more organized files in the computer. One of them was an improv masterclass given by jazz French hornist Marshall Sealy. He said that everyone should be able to play a plaintive chant-like piece in a minor key on their instrument. So we started with that.