Monthly Archives: December 2017

robert mueller is coming to town

Jimmy Fallon imitating Bruce Springsteen singing Santa Claus is coming to town substituting new lyrics Robert Mueller’s coming to town – which isn’t a bad joke. The bad joke is jimmy Fallon positioning himself as an anti-Trump guy when he helped him out during the election like its all cool to joke around with the fascist guy who might raise the bar for promoting classism , racism and sexism.

But weirder than that is watching his mime technique. The lack of musicality. He doesn’t strum in time for the most part. I wonder why that is because even if you are just imitating you would think imitating the rhythm would be natural. Possibly that is another joke but it looked more like he is disconnected to understanding music.

pool

Used to drive on the left and faster than the pack but experience altered me. Now the slow lane, no guarantee but better odds for longevity. Hard to not play fast when you know how to play fast, it often impresses everyone, except maybe you. Sitting with Jonnie Bakan yesterday discussing his thesis about cafe culture and Harlem and how politics and music intersect and that other more important school he graduated from, Freddie Stone school. He directed me towards spicey books I now need to eat: Adorno, Attali, Denning. Left music school in the 80s because of how much money I owed from having a student loan and what to do with my relationship to the piano. There is no substantial audience for what I’m drawn to do, freely improvised music, might as well pack it in rethink what to do with life and then I met John Oswald. Sometimes you have imaginary ideas about someone when you meet them. He hosted a jam session of improvisers in the back room of the Cameron and invited me to come. I agreed but internally imagined he wouldn’t be up to my speed. Turns out I was the inferior one. Lucky about Blue Rodeo but luckier to befriend John. Those years I played with him every Saturday afternoon I could, often just us. Loved our molecules smashing round the space while trying to keep up, the free draft beer from Herb, Handsome Ned painting bandanas in the other room, an audience of maybe 2 people and other guest musicians. Changed my driving, golden lessons.

beehive state

Yesterday coconut chick pea  improvisation, worth it.  Later added bass to Katasha’s song, trying to do Vulcan mind meld with Kendrick Lamar production values, so far it is easier in my imagination. Successfully re-purposed roti shell, masked old salad. Gave pep talk to winner of the low self esteem award but didn’t change anything, probably she’ll cinch next year’s nomination (again). Exchanged texts with anger management candidate, best avoid telling the truth to those types.  Duvet continues to confuse me, built to sag, look forward to marching on Ikea. How quickly it can all go by without returning to a country based life, beware of that. Looking to record or obtain some solo dulcimer. Played back Beehive State and for maybe the millionth time enjoyed the piano with delay and Rhodes and then realized for the first time there is no chorus or bridge, love it just the same.