Sammy Davis Jr’s Vancouver pad
I thought I knew it all, the Railway, the Commodore, the Naam, the Cultch, that place on Granville, the two older places in Gastown. Looks as though the show in […]
Piano
mixing the idiot
Last June or maybe July, Doug McClement, generous as always, offered to record me at the Harris Institute. Two grand pianos to choose from – both gleaming, both waiting for […]
art of not breaking
The older I get, the more important cat-cow and cobra seem to be. Squats too. Balance, flexibility the body’s way of reminding you it still wants to participate. When I […]
understanding Stan
Rewriting both my framing doc and the book. It was inevitable that the feedback would go this way. It’s also amusing that my supervisor is able to read what I […]
ecm
Going over the Hugh’s room recording. I like Jen’s idea to include the DVD with the sale of a t-shirt. I give up. What does Manfred Eicher know about recording […]
new motor
Took apart the guts of the piano. Removed the hammers. Placed them upright in the Subaru and drove it to Toronto’s East end where an old guy is going to […]
tofu steaks
These days I choose medium firm, whereas for years I would have used firm – but medium has more water. Tofu steaks. By the time the baking is complete it […]
action
I ask my daughter to eat more vegetables she shoos me away. So I place cut red peppers before her and they disappear. I place cucumbers before her, they vanish. […]
the study of consciousness
To wonder about consciousness is to get tangled inside one’s own awareness, to play a kind of Sherlock Holmes with the endless inner dialogue that never pauses, never lets go. […]
wait just a major second
The major second, the sly cat in the alley. Everybody walks past it but it is not some polite little wrong interval. It’s waiting. It’s the raindrop quivering on the […]