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There is a book by Kenny Werner called Effortless Mastery: Liberating the Master Musician Within that I cannot recommend more highly to anyone who thinks they ever were, ever wanted to be, or ever will be a Musician. The introduction to this book is so personally moving to me; it describes almost exactly what I…
Esse Quam Videri : The siren’s song bleeds forth through tenement crags: the plaintive wail of mad dog penguined Perseus, hunting down in ancient rites street Circe and her rabid whores. Along this path, this street of more than visions bust wide open, broken alcoholic remnants sing their way through chartless waters, their beatless feat…
Some people like Mozart in the morning to get their brains going (at least, that’s one of the prevailing theories, that in particular Mozart’s quartets and quintets are counterpoint that causes your neurons to fire in an order conducive to enhanced synapse activity – on a par with getting a processor accelerator for your PC,…
Run down changeling boots the funk; improve the shunned extractionary. Stove, in traction, rips rough ready pockets, not for inner sanctums. Cherry cola coughs surrender: queasy Compton did the mother, freaking heat in slumber tumble, x-ray eyelids slipped the winking. Bop the Bird the sticky finger; fallen anglos sin cojones open quiet, quick and greasy…
I’ve been thinking about the differences between my friends who are optically-oriented versus those who are aurally-inclined, and the variations in perception (a visual word) that result from that dichotomy. As a Musician, I have found that more often than not, I process the world based on what it sounds like, rather than what it…
Perhaps this is continuing more of my mental somnambulism (see my previous entry for an exploration of thought-reducing politics), but I am perplexed with a number of things today: First, why is it that after an election, if you vote Democrat, that you are immediately inundated with solicitous mail from any number of “liberal” organizations…
Dear readers: It has been a long time since my last confession (i.e., entry) … oops, sorry, wrong forum. I am finding it difficult to carve out time to make any sort of meaningful entries in this journal. Perhaps it is true that when you have a life, you don’t need art. After all, to…