Reality check – 2 months after quitting music
I decided to stop playing music round about Thanksgiving. Haven’t done a gig, rehearsal, jam session, or hardly touched an instrument since then. Regrets? Second thoughts? Refinements?
Done with music. Quit. For better. (Not worse.)
I’m halfway through quitting music, or playing music live to be more precise. Phase one is saying no to anything new; my current relationship with music – not good – is largely a byproduct of taking chances with strangers that haven’t worked out, so I’m taking a step back from that. I know I’m on …
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Feast and Famine II
I just finished Week 1 of my Super Busy Periodâ„¢ and survived. It’s been so busy I haven’t had time to quite stress about any of it, and now that I have a minute to breathe, I’ve done a little math so I can quantify my relationship to it, the numbers tell stories.
Feast and famine (music)
I’m not sure what sort of metaphysical dynamics are involved, but I’ve gone from almost no music involvement to a temporarily crushing workload. Pretty amazing. I’m not sure why music, of all things, tends to be like that for me – it’s like an on or off switch and very few shades of gray in …
A realer (?) compliment
I don’t really get complimented much on music, ever. Which is fine, I’m not fishing for anything, and I sort of walked away from the compliment-drawing world when I moved toward being a jazz musician anyway. Heh… Just read one of the nicer things I’ve seen written about me on Peter Breslin’s blog, Stochasiticactus, and I …
I’m white and from wherever I’m from
I got back from Alaska last Monday evening, the trip was great. The music went well, I loved travelling with everyone I was with. After our first gig, a guy came up to me, Larry Mitchell and Howard Cloud. I’m 6’0″ and the shortest of the group, and the guy says, “First, I’d like to …
Call a toe truck!
I had a rehearsal in Albuquerque, the first with Joy Harjo and her band, and it was fun. As I was picking up my last load of equipment, I hopped up the low stage, maybe 2 and a half feet, but I didn’t see the lip around the bottom. My sandal caught under the lip, …
My daughter does not like jazz “scat” singing
I had to drive to Albuquerque last night to pick up a guest from the airport. Wife is always a madwoman before we have guests, and my charge was to occupy our daughter. There wasn’t anything on TV, it was getting too dark to play outside, we were both tired of the ball and were …
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