The
improvised, a
slapdash,
slipshod ladida of
this and that (but
fantastically choosy), touches on an
ephemeral impulse and
dangles with it.
Improvisation snatches the silt de jour and makes it dance to its own peculiar melody. It moves by practiced instinct, making use of what is new to both hand and eye. It is by nature receptive, responsive to ambiance and the most slender of slopes or proclivities.
Who improvises often?
John Coltrane.
Herbie Hancock.
Charlie Parker.
Santana.