Piano Practice at the 5th Annual Fancy Pants Pub Crawl

Two nights ago I attended the 5th Annual Fancy Pants Pub Crawl event held in Anchorage, organized by a few friends. In the spirit of the event, a bunch of us get dressy in fancy clothes to pretend we are rich for one night, and then go downtown and visit several bars.

I always get excited when I see a baby grand piano at a venue. I get even more excited when it is a Yamaha.

Luckily for me, our second destination for the night was Whale’s Tail at the super-classy Captain Cook Hotel. I’ve always wanted to play a baby grand piano wearing a Qi Pao, and on this night, I got my opportunity.

Here’s me playing “Rose” (a.k.a “My Heart Will Go On”) piano music from the film Titanic, composed by the late James Horner. Much thanks to my good friend and talented Film Director Carl Weber for filming this.

It was nice to get lost in the music and let my soul sing through the instrument.

I hope you like it.

With Love,
Jessie

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It’s Okay

It’s okay to try.
It’s okay to fail.
It’s okay to cry.
It’s okay to be frail.

Society will make rules.
Society will judge you.
Society makes you a fool.
Society tests what’s true.

Beauty is a curse.
Beauty is a blessing.
Beauty gives birth,
To what is missing.

Blessed are the meek,
Who can withstand the strife.
Blessed are the weak,
Who continue to survive.

But only you can choose.
Only you have what’s yours.
You can sing the blues.
Or you can open the door.

Growth is not without pain.
Forward is not without loss.
Rainbow follows the rain.
In sunlight you walk across.

It’s okay to accept joy.
It’s okay to atone.
It’s okay to enjoy.
It’s okay to walk alone.

Life is beautiful.
Life is hurtful.
Life is bountiful.
Life is eternal.

10.8.2017

~JW

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Fall from the High

Clouds afloat in the heights.
Blissful image of nature’s might.
Sunlight peeps from edge of hill.
A display of time to test one’s will.
 
She’s unique and she’s a freak.
She’s right at home in the peak.
A glass of wisdom – she drank it.
In front of her now is a gray blanket.
 
She is deserving of beauty and love.
She knows but cannot ask of above.
Her void to fill, a flightless dove.
Only time will tell what fits like a glove.
 
9.24.2017
 
~ JW
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Ruby Shards of My Heart

Once protected by camera lens,
Her soul was intact, mind could think.
But was it real among staged friends?
Or was it all an act, as pure as nothing?

She has hope. She wants to believe.
But no one knows the depth of her grief.
Now box is open. She can hide no more.
Her heart was always broken. Shards on the floor.

Ruby red from sorrows that have bled.
Out of shape like a Picasso on the bed.
She is staring at it. It’s fading in the rain.
Pick up the pieces. Fight for happiness once again.

9.22.2017

~ JW

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Pour Bandit, Toujours

Have you ever tasted love?
The real kind of love?
Pure like the snow on first winter’s day?
The kind that makes you want to stay?

What happens when it is gone?
Like when music ends a song?
Like a road that twists and bends.
Everything eventually ends.

Oh you little furball.
How you made my heart fall.
You gave me your love, your all.
And flew away with a piece of my soul.

Since that day I’ve been searching.
For meaning to stop this hurting.
It isn’t stopping, it just grows.
What I should let go, I hold onto the most.

8.16.2017

~ JW

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