i wish i was there
in an imaginary
a collision of real
and thought would
i’d probably fall into it
like a venetian canal
a real myth
i wish i was there
on an endless blues solo
dark figured shadows
no where to feel
like a stranger
no doubt to go
out and out into the world
a repetition of pithy complaint
over and over again
makes beautiful lines
i want to have a ranch in albion
and fall apart with the fog
into the oblivion
nevermind the silliness
just a thing that can
here we are
back on the scene
frisky and clean
just to push forward
to push forward with joy
is just about the most heroic thing
i saw today
filled me with
so much love
i almost died
which is to say
after wash of rain
and waiting in it
in the early hours of the morning
but i didn’t
at the time
a fast switch
in a very clever stay
here we have
our friend ukelele
always getting after it
recording with the studio door open. kind of nice
honestly today i really had to squeeze this one in. not busy, but i’m glad i did find the time. that’s what this is, time.
i called this one scrimple
i don’t know what it is
the world is so strange
how do we
just love eachother?
can’t even write a blog post like a normal
here’s some cello action
in the form of
a lack of whether or
and a bunch of
playing with broken
making a mess
picking up the cello again
stumbling over it
and that’s fine
what happens every time
with every thing
and you remember it’s yours
if you tell yourself
i fell out of it for a little while
doesn’t mean it’s over!
it’s never over.
music everyday forever
I forgot to post this.
to keep playing
sometimes takes me
back in time
at my brother’s house, playing his awesome martin guitar
making the pentatonic hits, on a daily basis
ok, everyone is allowed to play with synthesizers every once in a while. i don’t know how i feel about this but it is today’s thingy, so there.
wow, i got lost this weekend and it was great! this sunday eve i recorded some ukelele just to check in with you
This one turned out a bit hippy, if that’s your thing, you’re welcome, if not, you’re welcome.
also, Music Everyday was / is like, not the creativist title ever and so these are now a part of a thingy called “REVERIES” and yes, that added notch of pretentious *does* make me breathe a little easier.
part 2 in the cello tried to be new age and turned kind of cool and meditative series.
the ol’ angsty guitar routine.
been around lately, a good weekend out in what LA is, a museum, some galleries and hundreds having fun, electric evenings. I suppose summer is here.
Also I played guitar tonight.
this guitar went that way
this one is ukelay lady lay
made three songs this weekend
all continuing from the previous, and kind exploring what hides in one chord, even though that sounds more thought out than it was
oh and three different instruments: guitar, then cello, then ukelele
if you like imperfectly improvised solo cello pizzicato, this jam is for you!
turning to my good friend mr. ukelele for today’s moody jam.
played some more bach action and then improvised afterwards, imperfect and all.
I am not a drummer. Drummers are insanely talented people. There is an unspoken precision mixed with non-thought that is beyond me. Nonetheless. Going to drums is a way to get to a start place of non music think-too-much for me.
and on. improvised fingers on guitar.
no fanfare! why? i got busy to post. like a tardy homework here is my assignment. 100 days. a few behind. F-
#musiceveryday 60 – Just a moment playing. Honestly I kind of wish I could just play like this non stop, indefinitely.
Day 4: Just a simple idea in one ear, sounds of the city in the other
I just felt like putting this up tonight.
It’s a fine Summer night. Is it the end of Summer? That’s what I hear. Me and Cinco are tending to the empty home while the rest of the pack is off at FYF Fest. Slowdive is playing. Hmm. I wish I was there. It was sold out.
I’ve mostly finished up on a big buffet of music I’m going to serve up in the near future. I’m happy with the work done and mostly the feeling of the songs.
Los Angeles for me: still and ever just past my fingertips somehow. It’s there, I push at it, brush it aside like curtains. But I have yet to pass through.
It’s a good city after all, and there are just so many surfaces you could attach your mirrors to here. Everyone is beautiful and larger than life, even if just in their own minds.
There aren’t country lanes, nature revery is rare, and the general balance leans one way and then the next, undecided. It’s menacing and inviting at once.
Blah blah poetic yada yada. Meaning: I’m here, making music in my dear studio with my dear cellos and my dear thoughts and I’m not on that damn stage at this damn point in this damn city.
That’s my check in.
Hope this version of this song fits with your time and place.
A while ago I made my girlfriend Katy an album. She has a certain playlist she’s created for painting and has talked about the perfect music for that kinda thing… meditative and non-disruptive, but interesting enough maybe to be listenable over and over. So obviously I created a polka/deep-house mashup. And that didn’t fit the bill. So I tried this.
Just a live cello performance using some looping, and a very brutish beat to pull it all along.
It’s long, and it’s a pretty good quality mp3 if you are into that sort of thing.
This is the first of three parts to that album.