The blues and an 84-year-old prophet named Anna

In this new year, I am picturing the Pittsburgh friends who were digging my solo on the blues in the above video as being with me in my New York apartment as I finish my Mary Lou Williams book manuscript. Cheering me on right alongside them is an is 84-year-old prophet named Anna with whom I’m becoming reacquainted.

Here’s something I wrote a few days ago on how I found her:

12/30/19: At this end of 2019 on the sixth day in the octave of Christmas (yes, octave like the twelve notes between C and C on a piano!), I am thinking about a woman named Anna. She only came to mind because she was in my morning reading, the gospel for today. Anna is described as a “prophetess” (I hate it when this “-ess” suffix is added to any word deemed as masculine!), and she’s really old. I’d always imagined her with a wizened face and always thought that her butt must hurt because she’d spent years sitting inside the temple fasting and praying (and somehow in my mind she is always sitting while doing these things).

I also thought of Anna this way because St. Luke says that she is “advanced in years, having lived seven years with her husband…and then as a widow until she was eighty-four.” I guess I thought that Anna had sat in a dark cave of a temple for decades.

But today, I saw this woman differently. I saw the phrase that said that Anna’s husband died after only seven years of marriage. And that she was still a widow at the ripe old age of 84. What had happened in between?

Earlier this morning, I fought my body’s wishes to stay in bed, waking at 7 am to check in with my 6:30 am writers’ group (I woke up late). I’ve been staying in my mom’s basement for the last ten days taking an extended sort-of-holiday to make a bigger dent on my Mary Lou Williams book and to celebrate Christmas with family. In this basement, I keep reminding myself of writer Anne Lamott’s mantra to take my writing- to take everything- “bird by bird” (or, as I heard in a screening of Frozen II that I watched with my family two days ago, to “do the next right thing”).

I consciously whispered Lamott’s “keep pushin’” phrase to myself as I started highlighting what felt like every other sentence in a Word doc of one of my book chapters that needs major edits (and also needs to be finished yesterday). After an hour of becoming more and more anxious that I’ll never get everything done in time, I grumpily muttered “bird by bird” and went upstairs to make breakfast.

Returning to the basement on my granola break, I closed the worrying document and opened the daily readings email from the USCCB (the Catholic bishops who decide a lot of stuff), hoping to find something to quell my fear and frustration. And I read about Anna. Why hadn’t I really seen her before? Continue reading

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The City Where Jazz is Love: Pittsburgh and Mary Lou Williams

Tomorrow will mark three weeks since my arrival in Pittsburgh. I initially came here for an engagement with my New York City trio; I chose to stay here for two months because of Mary Lou Williams and the musicians who keep welcoming me to their city and their bandstands.


A community mural project along the east busway portrays Mary Lou Williams.

There is something about “place” that can only be experienced and then, to a lesser extent, written about. Place seeps into our bodies, minds, spirits; affects our breath, our gait, our sense of how much space is available for us to take up on the sidewalk, in the grocery store, in a jazz club. New York and Pittsburgh are two very different places. Mary lived in both of them and now I’m following her history in parallel by spending time in her hometown.

Mary’s niece Bobbie Ferguson, who currently lives in Pittsburgh, once told me that Mary would come back here to relax, to be with family. While she occasionally performed here- and, indeed, co-founded the first Pittsburgh Jazz Festival in 1964- she visited to be with and to care for her loved ones. Occasionally Mary would bring clothes that she couldn’t sell at her thrift shop, stuffing them into her Cadillac and trying to sell them in the ‘Burgh. Sometimes she left Pittsburgh with family in tow, absconding with her sister Grace and her six children, taking them back to Manhattan to live in her Harlem apartment when they were in need. Continue reading

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Some thoughts on Mary Lou Williams

UPDATE: Read Deanna’s article, The City Where Jazz is Love: Pittsburgh and Mary Lou Wiilliams to learn why Deanna spent two months in Williams’s hometown in the fall of 2019.

This week NPR is shining a light on pianist-composer Mary Lou Williams in their Turning the Tables series (here’s one great article by Natalie Weiner on how Williams’s arranging work shaped the sound of the big band era).

I’m knee deep in my book manuscript, Mary Lou Williams: Music for the Soul, that will be published by Liturgical Press in early 2021. Here’s a journal entry that I wrote on Williams last spring.

Mary Lou Williams is often reduced. Reduced to sentences that seem to hold meaning but that, in reality, become glib summaries that we as listeners, as readers, as jazz musicians, can gloss over. For those not involved with the jazz world, hearing that Williams was one of the only musicians to “play through” and “transcend” and play fluently in all the eras of jazz leads to questions: what are the “eras of jazz”? And: who cares? And if this woman was such a great musician, why don’t jazz musicians play her music? Of course, this latter question leads to, “why don’t we know about her if she was so great?”, which can in part be answered by racial, sexist systems. But the fact remains that to this day, most jazz musicians know Williams’s name and almost none of her music. Her compositions are not played in piano trios (piano, bass, and drums). And while some of her big band music is available and is starting to receive more programming, it’s not yet in the regular repertoire of collegiate or professional jazz orchestras.

Williams is also reduced when it comes to her spirituality. Some tellings of her life story emphasize how her conversion to Catholicism at the age of 47 ostracized her from other musicians. How she became a religious fanatic. How her retreat to Catholicism provided a place where she felt safe and where she could stay because “everyone treated her so bad,” as her first husband John Williams said. Her faith is dismissed or glossed over as a general “faith in God and faith in jazz.” Yet as her friend Dorothy Day knew all too well, turning to Christianity is not simply an interior, personal faith. It requires seeing God in all things- in all people- and demands that we care for the poor in our midst. Mary Lou Williams cared for the poor and, like Day, chose voluntary poverty in order to rehabilitate the sick in her community, especially jazz musicians. She performed these works of mercy even prior to her religious conversation. A 1950 cover of a Bud Powell recording shows Williams- partially hidden- and Powell at an upright piano (perhaps at Mary’s piano in her Harlem apartment). Mary was a behind-the-scenes one woman support system for Powell, not only coaching him musically and recommending him for gigs but calming him when his mental exhaustion turned into explosions that led to several stays at mental institutions. Continue reading

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