When I was a kid, I’d button my cardigan at the neck with the sleeves hanging down my back and talk one of the boys at recess into being Robin. Then we’d jump into the rowboat in the kindergarten playground and chase bad guys. (Did I type rowboat? Scratch that. Batboat.)
Now I’m writing about a superhero. That means that for the next year, I’ll be spending a lot of time with Batman stuff: dark streets, martial arts, a shadowy sensei, and a city in distress.
But that’s not all I’m doing. There’s also jazz. My Matterhorn. After playing classical piano since I was driving the Batboat, I want to move like Jarrett. And it’s hard. I’m learning a new language and, right now, it feels like trying to explain celestial navigation. In Mandarin. Using only three verbs.
I’m going to share what I find out as I travel these two roads. My hope is that there are other people thinking about (and crazy for) superheroes and jazz, and they’ll be generous with their insights.
One other thing. Eventually, all things merge into one. Even Batman and riffs.