After the dojo,
the keys.
Classically trained, jazz at heart. Five decades of standards, ballads, and the occasional improvisation when no one’s listening.
Same hands, different work.
People ask how the karate and the piano fit together. They never have, really — and that’s the point. The body that learns one kind of discipline is open to the next.
I started on the piano young, formally, with Trinity College examinations and all the polite rigor that implies. The jazz came later, as a relief from the rigor — an argument with it. Where karate asks for perfect form repeated until it disappears, jazz asks for form held loosely enough to break on purpose.
The kata teaches you a sentence. The chord progression gives you a paragraph. The best evenings are when one informs the other.
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