©2014 Michael Gregory Jackson
every kind word that is spoken,
every time a door is opened,
clearly there are barriers broken down,
as the spring will follow winter,
as the sparks glow, burn within you,
growing...love will fill you up inside.

“Spirit-Signal-Strata”! Twas a joyful, magical concert last night! 
MICHAEL GREGORY JACKSON with Kenwood Dennard and Keith Witty at the fabulous Firehouse 12 in New Haven CT. The band was stellar! A big thank you to all that came out to hear us...you made the night very special. Thank you Carl Testa, Nick Lloyd and all of the good folks at Firehouse 12 for having me/us.

©9.11.14 MGJ 9/11/2001 I am sorry for those that lost their lives this day, The world stopped, then began to turn in a different way.

was a wonderful time last night/making music/many people listening/
thank you all/deep bass Tim/appreciation/grateful grace/getting there/ 
where music takes us...MGJ

MICHAEL GREGORY JACKSON with bassist Tim Webb

Parma Music Festival Thursday, 8.14.14 6PM to 7PM

Portsmouth Music and Arts Center, Portsmouth NH

Michael Gregory Jackson is an internationally acclaimed jazz, blues and rock guitarist, singer, songwriter, composer, poet, and producer who has worked with everyone from Nile Rodgers to Oliver Lake to Walter Becker and many more.

Bassist Tim Webb has been making music throughout New England for more than 20 years, having performed and/or recorded with Equal Time, Eddie Gale, Dick Griffin, Francis Dunnery, Tom Snow, and Charlie Jennison, among many others.

©7.25.14 Michael Gregory Jackson

my guitar is speaking, screaming, shouting, 
soaring, flashing speckles and splashes, 
brash tones, spraying shimmering splintered 
shards of sparkling pulsing crystals,
rotating blades, shredding upwards, 
motions and emotions stretching outwards,
ideas surge, accelerate then float freely 
through the multi-hued genre pool…
after trekking over the red hot coals,
the arrival at the end is always way cool,
then suddenly, it all becomes very clear,
when I realize I smile, yeah, it’s not the end,
it's just a turn, bend or inlet or some vast
intriguing place to land, soil to dig in,
discover, uncover, behold the treasure,
embrace the pleasure of diving deep,
here now, we will breathe and expand,
maybe forever, or for just a moment or two.