Tomorrow “The Grant Green Story” will be screened at the University of Alabama. It’s been a long haul. It feels like a baby that requires care.
Before I shared it with colleagues, students and others at UA, I needed a dry run. So, I headed over to the Music School today to make sure it projected well. While there, I was struck by the behavior of the students I saw, among them one who said his instrument was his voice.
The student reminded me of the moments I spent at the University of North Carolina-Greensboro. There, I earned my first graduate degree (in Dance with a focus on film, theatre and history, if you can believe it). When you are earning a degree in the arts, the air just feels different. There is a kind of lightness, a kind of intensity.
While trying to see if my film would project well, I was blessed to have the assistance of a professor appropriately named Faith. We talked Hammond organs. I told her Grant Green, the subject of tomorrow’s film, knew Jimmy Smith, a well-known jazz organist, very well.
On the way back to my office, I heard the faint sounds of Earth, Wind and Fire’s “Sing a Song.” It was coming from a bar near campus. And then I heard it coming from another source: the mail truck idling beside my car.
It was an appropriate tune. Few things lift my day like music, like a song.
Crossing fingers and toes all will be well.