The Daybreak Team

Daybreak Shelter volunteersSunday, February 1st, saw the biggest snow fall so far in the Chicago area.  The foot of snow—at least!—left us hoping it will be the biggest of 2015.  This winter does not seem—seem—that it will be as brutal as 2014’s, but no one’s saying that out loud yet.

It was my turn to preach at Friendship United Methodist Church in Bolingbrook, IL, our pastor Rev. Kyunhae Anna Shin having asked me to preach on “What is in your hand?”—the question God asks Moses as he prepares to say to Pharoah, “Let My People Go.”  The snow and impending blizzard kept many away, but I’ve spoken and played to smaller crowds!  I may post some text of the sermon later, if I can remember it, but thought I would just comment on one experience I had while preparing to speak:  I realized most of my notes were simply lists of people, especially those who have helped me as I lead Core Group One or coordinate our church’s mission to the Daybreak Homeless Shelter in Joliet.  I thought at first I would just read them from the pulpit, but—not wanting to sound like some awardee thanking an endless list of people—I decided I’d put them in more permanent form here, focusing just on our Daybreak Shelter mission for now.

First of all, thanks to Deji Sanyaolu, our main breakfast cook.  He and Ann Marie Villacorta are my mainstays for that early, early, 5:00 a.m. shift on Saturday mornings.  On Friday evenings I’m almost always joined by Efren Ramos and Bill Tarbell, who know the drill so well they could easily run everything, and often do.  Stacey Caudill often shows up with her girls: Haley, Elise, and Aubrey.   And Jeff Thoreson with daughter Brittany, whose opinions often spark great conversation.  Dawn Callahan brings son Joe, whose sense of humor I always enjoy.  Amy and Greg Hanna are recent regulars. Amy usually winds up holding one of the shelter’s kids.  “A kid magnet,” Greg says, smiling.  Other young people have come, like Efren’s son Anthony, and Kumi Olatunde, who came with Joe Callahan this past January.  Youth in various confirmation classes come, which also means a big thank you to those who bring them, like Pastor Anna, Tom Marsh, Melissa Schoonover.   I also look forward to the Boy Scouts and John McWilliams, whose better half, Donna McWilliams, will be bringing some of her Girl Scouts soon.  My Filipino compatriots like Joy Bernardo, the Corpuz family, the Valdez Family.  I know I must be leaving people out, but go easy on me!  Please let me know if I’ve inadvertently left you out, and I’ll make up for it somehow.  I could name lots of youth, but you can at least see many of them on this video Here.  (The picture above also shows some of those youth.)  The video also shows members from an entire Core Group who came down once.   Our whole choir has come for two Christmases in a row now (thanks, Pam Stephan—who has also come down to help without the choir).

Then there are all who contribute food regularly.  Margaret Hicks is always there with one of our breakfast mainstays.  Once we talked about her retiring, and I said, “But who’s going to step up and bring the hash browns every month!?”  When we first came to Friendship Church, Daybreak was probably the first thing I got involved in, and I got to know so many people calling them about their Daybreak contributions.  I remember especially having long talks with Dave Hargett, and Jody Hargett continues to give month after month.  As do so many:  Paquettes, DeWitts, Shirley Eatwell, Sharon Hall, Kathy Campbell, Kathy Bulman, Julie Verson, Dena Byrd, Audrey Arowolo, Susan Higginbotham—who bought us four large boxes of pizzas recently.  Leonard and Carolyn Jones, Audrey and Paul Miculsik, Chris Mader and Tim Leith.  Carolyn Weber, Jim Steadman, Jane Pierce, Sam Mends, Fern Deatrick, the Lichtys, Lorna Tumamayo.  And welcome to the team, Deborah Marion, our newest contributor.

What do you have in your hand?  I have a lot of helping hands.  Part of my sermon urged us to think about Moses having less in his hand than we do now.  “What is in your hand?” God asks him when Moses says, “Why would Pharoah listen to me?”  His staff was in his hand.  He threw it down as God commanded, and it became a serpent, which turned into a staff again when he picked it up (Exodus 4: 1-5).  We tend to think of this staff and this moment as super powerful things—which of course they are in certain ways.  But not every way.  And not really, in the long run, as powerful as many hands serving together.

 See the Daybreak Service Schedule and feel free to join us.

♦ Learn more about Emmanuel House, Chicago Family Directions, and Feed My Starving Children, three organizations working on issues of hunger, education, and housing.  And read about the crisis of Growing Inequality in America.

♦ Learn about famed homeless advocate Diane Nilan.  Thirty years ago she started what would become the Daybreak shelter.

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Me and Brother Ray – Part 3: Tell the Truth

This is Part 3 of a five-part video series on Ray Charles.  Go to Part 1 for an explanation of the series concept and links to all episodes, and watch Part 3 below.

Ray Charles on stageRay Charles’ first major label was Atlantic Records, where he found his voice. “Hallelujah I Love Her So,” “I Got a Woman,” “What’d I Say”—in these and a couple dozen more seminal recordings he combined blues, jazz, and gospel to virtually invent the soul music side of rock and roll. The gospel part scandalized the church, but Charles pressed on.  He was no longer just a Nat Cole imitator or a blues shouter.

After he left Atlantic he continued to make iconic American music, especially “Georgia on My Mind,” “America,” and the songs on two volumes of Modern Sounds in Country and Western Music; but it was probably the Atlantic recordings that made him part of the very first class of inductees of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.  Chuck Berry, James Brown, Sam Cooke, The Everly Brothers, Elvis, Fats Domino, Little Richard, Jerry Lee Lewis, and Buddy Holly joined Ray as the first ten performers inducted, along with three great precursors—Robert Johnson, Jimmie Rodgers, and Jimmy Yancey—and three others—Sam Phillips, John Hammond, and Alan Freed—who produced, “discovered,” and DJ-ed the music.  (Go Here for a list of Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductees.)

The video below contains short excerpts from several of those Atlantic recordings, and a little longer one from “Tell the Truth,” performed at an important concert in Atlanta, Georgia, in 1959.  Greil Marcus called “Georgia” the “ultimate ballad, “What’d I Say” the “ultimate rhythmic statement,” and “Drown in My Own Tears” the “ultimate defeat.”  It’s tempting to call “Tell the Truth” the “ultimate truth,” but we’ll hold off for now.  For sure, though, it shows how Ray Charles could erupt, could break through the bonds even of an already-edgy music, a music on the verge of challenging so many American truths and conventions.

Go to the Lead Post in the Me & Brother Ray video series.

Go to a post listing All Things Ray on this site.

Go to the TEACHING DIVERSITY main page.

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“Nativity”: Piano and Jazz at Christmas

Me playing Frank Lloyd Wright's piano at Christmas time.

Me playing Frank Lloyd Wright’s piano at Christmas time.

Decades ago, when I was around 17-18-19, I had, briefly, a jazz trio.  And our church youth group wrote and performed a Christmas play.  And the two came together when I wrote a theme for that play, called it “Nativity,” and the tune became one of the main ones my trio always played.  Below you can hear a recording of “Nativity”—now around 45 years old!—so long ago I don’t recall if we ever gave our trio an official name.  We were the rhythm section of a bigger band I had called The Pit Band because we played in “the pit”—as in “orchestra pit”—backing up shows.

The trio was me, Dave Dwyer on bass, Tom Pence on drums.  We’re practicing at the Free Methodist Church in Hayward, California, and a friend, Gary Scott, just happened to be there with a little tape recorder and two tiny mics.  There are a few miscues, of course, the sound shatters a lot, and the drums blast too loud, but I think the recording captures a good deal of the fun we’re having fooling around with a variation of an Allelujah I had written for the play.  San Francisco’s Grace Cathedral had recently installed a replica of Lorenzo Ghiberti’s Doors of Paradise, which inspired this music, and the city’s own Vince Guaraldi—of Peanuts and “Cast Your Fate to the Wind” fame—had composed a similar piece.  My piano influences are mainly people like Ray Charles and Ahmad Jamal, but here, while Jamal peeps through, it’s almost 100% Brubeck—at least a 17-year-old’s poor, halting tribute to one of his musical idols.  When Brubeck died a couple of years ago I wrote a tribute, “Un-Blue Jazz: Remembering Dave Brubeck.”

Christmas tree in the Children's Playroom of Frank Lloyd Wright's Home & Studio.

Christmas tree in the Children’s Playroom of Frank Lloyd Wright’s Home & Studio.

And then this Christmas, as it has been for several Christmases now, more piano jazz at Christmas time on an unlikely piano in an unlikely place: Frank Lloyd Wright’s original grand piano in the children’s playroom of his Home & Studio in Oak Park, Illinois.  It’s one of the world’s most beautiful rooms.  You experience the compression and release of space Frank Lloyd Wright was famous for as you walk through a low, narrow, cramped hall way, then enter the room to be liberated by a high, stunning, barrel-vaulted ceiling, wood-banded, topped by a gorgeous light screen, while the lower walls move outward through bands of art-glass windows.  At Christmas there’s also a tree.  It takes up a lot more space than the piano because, to save floor space, Wright cut a hole in the wall and pushed virtually the entire piano through it, suspending most of it over a back stair case.  It’s almost just the keyboard you see, and you laugh every time you do.

I’m one of the few people who ever get to play the piano at all, a situation opened up to me because my wife, Linda, is the Volunteer Manager of the Frank Lloyd Wright Trust.  It’s become a little tradition of sorts for me to play that piano at Christmas, the most special time coming at the end of Linda’s annual Christmas party when everything’s winding down.  A few people are helping put tables and things back where they belong, and some just linger, savoring the joy of the evening a little longer, and, as part of that, drifting up to the children’s playroom, where I sit down and play a few more songs of the season.

I don’t know if anyone savors my late-night noodlings more than Jack Lesniak, a premier Wright expert and one of the architects who saved the Home & Studio during the great restoration project in the 1970’s.  He’s revered at the Trust, where you hear, “We wouldn’t be here without you, Jack,” a lot.  This year he said to me,  “Can you play ‘Drummer Boy’ the way Ahmad Jamal might have done it?”  I could and did.  “You know, I always loved Ramsey Lewis,” he said.  “Ever heard his Christmas album?” I asked, then did some Lewis impromptus as best I could.  Now when everyone is mellowing out in the party’s afterglow and it’s later and smaller and darker, my renditions of Christmas tunes get more jazz-tinged.  I sometimes play “Nativity,”  mostly the slow rubato parts, but I always feel my old trio chomping at the bit, waiting for me to finish the flowing statement of the main melody so we can swing into the improvisation.  After almost every performance, Tom Pence would say, “Awww, we were just getting into it.  Why do you always have to end it?”  That’s his soft, spontaneous “Yeah” of joy you can just hear amid the rumbling thunder of his drumming.  Spontaneous joy.  Not a bad way to celebrate this time of year.

 

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