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Notes from the world of latin jazz & Brazilian singer-songwriter Alexa Weber Morales
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I am feeling crappy today. I wonder why? Of course, I could slowly back away from the computer, sit down at the piano and practice or climb the roof and take the Xmas lights down or clean the dishes or read a book that I have been reading at an excruciatingly slow pace or clean my office or do work on a good-paying writing project that is at a standstill or go be a good mom or... but no, I will sit here in self-contemplative mode and think about myself and my emotions and my hair and my itchy neck and who likes me and who I like and where am I going and what have I done, etc.


Last night after Seaon Stylist's salsa tribute to Michael Jackson at the Cowell Theater, in which I sang backup with the band led by Rebeca Mauleon (more about that later), I headed over to Cafe Cocomo for the after party. It was packed to the gills. I had some nice dances with excellent partners, and then snuck into the green room to say hi to the band, Mazacote. One of the players said, "Hey, I remember you -- you gave me some ear plugs one time, right?" "Uh, yeah, that's true!" I replied. See how memorable I am?

In the past 2 weeks, $9,500 has been raised by jazz lovers, musicians and good Samaritans to keep pianist Frederick Harris from losing the San Francisco home that has been in his family for 39 years, in a neighborhood that thanks to gentrification now only houses three black families. Can you kick in some cash to help Fred?
Just wrote this one today!
I’m Your Man
By Alexa Weber Morales © 2009
I’m your man
I’ve got everything covered
I can pay my own way
I can be your casual lover
I like to step out and have a good time
I know how to drink and fight
Sometimes I go too far or meet someone or lose my car
I stay out all night
I’m your man and life has shown me
Ain’t no one else who can help me stand
I’m your man and I know what to do
I learned long ago I can’t count on you
When someone says it can’t be done
I’m your man and I say Yes it can
I’m your man and I act real strong
I can fix anything and I’m never wrong
I’m your man and you don’t have to call me
I’ll magically appear when I’m needed
I’m your man and you don’t have to worry
I know when to beat it
Other men might be afraid of me
But I’ve got no choice this is who I’ve got to be
Sometimes I remember what it was like to be a girl
She’s got no place in this heartless world
I’m your man and I look so hard
Got mouths to feed, can’t let down my guard
I’m your man, this act is getting old
Deep inside there’s a woman’s soul
Don’t want to be your mother
Don’t want to be your wife
Don’t want to be your man
I want to share this life
It’s been so long, this act is getting old
Could you ever care for a woman’s soul
I’m your man
I’m your man
I’m your man
I’m your man
Quisiera Retroceder El Tiempo
Derechos de autor (c) 2009 por Alexandra L. Weber Morales
Quisiera retroceder el tiempo
Al hermoso descubrimiento
Que eras tierno y eras un tigre
Aún el encanto nos envuelve y vive
Te digo que tu me matas
Gozando el calor de tu piel
Apretando mi cintura me contestas
Tu me matas tambien
Desaparece el mundo
Al aferrarme a tus brazos
Trazas caricias con la punta de tu nariz
Que ricura tus labios
Quisiera retroceder el tiempo
Al hermoso descubrimiento
Que eras tierno y eras un tigre
Aún el encanto nos envuelve y vive
Crees conocerme
Esta noche soy tuya
Profundamente me miras
Lentamente nos amamos
Lo nuestro sigue en sueños
Un viento de la posibilidad
Lo vivo cuando cierro mis ojos
Este recuerdo no descansa, es mi realidad
Quisiera retroceder el tiempo
Al hermoso descubrimiento
Que eras tierno y eras un tigre
Aún el encanto nos envuelve y vive
This is from the early 1970s. I love how Don Music bangs his head on the piano whenever he hits a songwriting speedbump. "Oh, I'll never get it, never, Oh!!! [BANG]!" And the interaction with a reasonable Kermit and the easily frustrated Don Music is one that I think many a composer could relate to.