Category Archives: Composing

factory arpeggios

I get a kind of turrets around men in toupees. I never have actually said anything nonetheless there is an urge to ask them if they’re ok or even what happened in your childhood?
Also gets activated when hearing music triggered by playing one key that makes a factory preset commence followed by people praising the “composer” followed by them accepting the praise as well earned.
I’m not sure if my reaction is for the musician taking credit for nothing or the fact that the world is like this.
World – did something happen to you in your childhood that makes you take this factory preset for real effort and creativity? Are you ok world? World, do you know everyone in this room can tell that’s not your hair?


My daughter turned on her miniature radio during dinner and landed on a station playing Latin music. She started translating the lyrics suggesting it was about a girl who should be allowed to watch more tv. Fortunately I also don’t speak Spanish so I had the authority to explain it was actually about a girl who needs to stop eating ketchup on everything and who’s father knows it’s bedtime now.
My mind later wandered to the horn sections in this style and then I thought about the Earth Wind and Fire horn sections that distinguish themselves for firecracker bursts that I can’t figure out how to imitate, so smart and useful and original. Then I had a eureka moment that it’s not a big leap between the embellishing shapes in Latin music to the EW&F structures. I should listen more to Latin music then try my luck again because I make long pads that are boring and horrible. Sound like a guy playing sampled sounds through a keyboard (quelle surprise).
All I want is to not recognize myself when I hear things back.

Jonius pt. 3

Around making Mingus, in interviews she spoke about the process, how she would hang with him and meditate afterward then write. She is about as inspiring as Stephen Harper never was. This song so brilliant in the tradition of vocalists finding lyrics out of pre-existing melodies, optimistic and a history lesson.
When Charlie speaks of Lester
You know someone great has gone
The sweetest swinging music man
Had a Porkie Pig hat on
A bright star
In a dark age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
Cellars and chitlins’
When Lester took him a wife
Arm and arm went black and white
And some saw red
And drove them from their hotel bed
Love is never easy
It’s short of the hope we have for happiness
Bright and sweet
Love is never easy street!
Now we are black and white
Embracing out in the lunatic New York night
It’s very unlikely we’ll be driven out of town
Or be hung in a tree
That’s unlikely!
Tonight these crowds
Are happy and loud
Children are up dancing in the streets
In the sticky middle of the night
Summer serenade
Of taxi horns and fun arcades
Where right or wrong
Under neon
Every feeling goes on!
For you and me
The sidewalk is a history book
And a circus
Dangerous clowns
Balancing dreadful and wonderful perceptions
They have been handed
Day by day
Generations on down
We came up from the subway
On the music midnight makes
To Charlie’s bass and Lester’s saxophone
In taxi horns and brakes
Now Charlie’s down in Mexico
With the healers
So the sidewalk leads us with music
To two little dancers
Dancing outside a black bar
There’s a sign up on the awning
It says “Pork Pie Hat Bar”
And there’s black babies dancing