Anne Seidlitz

About ten years ago I was writing a screenplay adaptation of the jazz pianist Hampton Hawes' memoir Raise Up Off Me. Toward the beginning of the project, I was on my way to L.A. to do research, and was in a jam-packed security line at Kennedy Airport, when I was suddenly seized by a fit of doubt. "What was I doing? This is not a dharmic subject - he was a heroin addict! etc", when suddenly I sensed a field of energy behind me. I turned around, and standing directly behind me in line was Jerry Granelli, radiant in a light red satin shirt. I said, "Are you Jerry Granelli?" And he said, "Yes." I introduced myself (we had met briefly years earlier) and I told him I was on my way to L.A. to do research on Hampton Hawes. His mind seemed to kind of stop and he said, "Are you kidding? Hampton Hawes was a good friend of mine! We used to play together all the time in San Francisco." We kind of stood there dumbstruck, but before parting I got his contact info, and later interviewed him. Jerry gave me hands down the most profound insights I received from anybody regarding Hampton Hawes' character, which was given from the incisive perspective of a long-time dharma practitioner. But that day at Kennedy, the universe provided me with exactly the person who embodied both jazz and Buddhism, which set my mind at ease about what I was doing. And turned out to be accurate, and for which I am also eternally grateful for the opportunity to make a brief but powerful connection to Jerry Granelli. Who I'm sure is playing the music of the spheres at this very moment.