tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56207650257772520022011-04-21T11:35:01.373-07:00jazzgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234185143697123006noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620765025777252002.post-2652644959906669042006-12-18T23:38:00.000-08:002006-12-18T23:55:50.311-08:00I am a jazz musician. More accuratley, I am a woman jazz musician. It doesn't seem like a big deal, until you start living the life of one. <br /><br />If only music was purely for the ears. It's not. It's a spectator sport, and if there is a female in the band, people are quick to point it out. "Hey look there's a girl on the drums!" they might say. That's fine, pointing out somebody by gender. But you would never her them say, "Hey look, there's a black guy on trombone!" That would be too rude. They would refer to him as the Trombone Player. Not the Black Trombone Player.<br /><br />Well, you see my point.<br /><br />Except I am a pianist. A woman drummer is much more of a phenomenon than a woman pianist.<br /><br />So please join me on my journey through life and music, as I aspire to talk freely about my struggles as a musician and as a woman in a man's field.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620765025777252002-265264495990666904?l=womaninjazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jazzgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234185143697123006noreply@blogger.com1