3:33⅓ with Betty Carter
Maybe you wish you knew more about Betty Carter, too. I’ve been in that boat but I’ve been learning a lot. She is a jazz singer’s jazz singer, constantly namechecked as the ultimate jazz vocalist. She started her own record label. She started a educational series called Jazz Ahead that was instrumental in jumpstarting the careers of talents like Dave Holland, Kenny Washington, Benny Green and others.
In my book if you are revered by your peers and your critics, you start your own label to control your career and you pay it forward onto the next generation, you’re the greatest. Plus, the instrument, the song choices, the courage, the vocal moves. She’s the whole package. Thank you Betty Carter.
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Love a Good Stunt - Give to the Max Roach Day
In radio, they call it a stunt. Go a little outside of what you usually do for some sort of impact, maybe comedic, maybe just musical. My favorite stunts are ones that are musically satisfying to listen to, but also make you chuckle as an idea. That’s why today for Give to the Max Day (a juggernaut fundraising day for MN non-profits and arts organizations) we are doing Give to the Max Roach Day. 3-7pm, almost exclusively Max Roach drum performances. What a treat.
3:33⅓ with The Gifted Ones
I’ve got an awesome co-worker here at Jazz88 named Andrew Diemand. I met him years ago when he hosted for Trivia Mafia but getting to know him at Jazz88 has been awesome. He brings great energy to his work and from time to time he brings me some vinyl to spin on the radio. In this case he gave me one of my favorite varieties of records: true masters having a good time and not trying too hard. It’s Count Basie, Dizzy Gillespie, Ray Brown and Mickey Roker. Are you kidding me? Legendary stuff. Thanks Andrew.
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3:33⅓ with The Pharaohs
I don’t think I’ve mentioned that I’m playing all these beautiful records on Jazz88. I DJ there every weekday from 3-7pm, in fact I get started early on Fridays, doing an all new music show at Noon and starting my regular shift early at 2:30. Tune the F in. I loved the Bay Area label Ubiquity so much in the 90s that I pretty much bought everything they released. Including the Pharaohs release “In the Basement”. So when I saw the debut album from The Pharaohs, The Awakening, on sale at Barely Brothers I had to grab it. I love a large group putting down intense funk grooves with a powerful horn section and supporting percussion performance. It’s my speed, I hope you dig it too.
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How Do You Make Something Else Great While Raising Children?
We had a session with the couples therapist we’ve been seeing for about a year and as per usual it was a wonderful combination of enlightening, inspiring and mildly dread inducing. One of the reasons it is inspiring is I just almost always feel better after spending an hour with my wife. In this case, we get to drive somewhere together, celebrate the “90s is still alive and well” vibe of Rice Ave near scenic Lake Owasso. Our therapist shared that it’s generally thought that couples get back to having a significant amount of just the two of them time when the YOUNGEST CHILD IS TWELVE YEARS OLD aka a super long ass time from now. Remember 2012? The distance from now to then is the same as the distance from now to our youngest being TWELVE. The thing is, everything goes in stages, things change slowly, nothing changes overnight. This year has been about accepting not having as much control over my own life as I wish I did. I’ve spent some of this year with no kitchen at home, no running water at work. And having kids this age, I don’t feel like I have much control over my days, my weekends. I’ve heard many people say that work becomes some sort of sanctuary when you have kids, cause suddenly it’s less stressful than whatever you’ve been facing at home. Of course whatever sanctuary you enjoy while you’re at work, your partner might not enjoy the same sanctuary. And significantly for me, with my work starting later in the day, many of the hours of my workday are full on parenting hours for Rachel. What a treat.
I’ve made and been a part of great things in my life. I think Heiruspecs is a great band, has put on great shows, has made great songs. I think Trivia Mafia is a great company, has thrown great events, has provided great content. I also think I’ve made great radio, though that is notably more ephemeral. There’s a couple great pieces I could point to, things I could press play on, but there isn’t the same receipts you get from being in a great band or running a great trivia company. But all these efforts have required extra hours, long periods of time, longer than a full day. I think I’m beyond pulling all nighters, it seems very possible that I will never stay up past 3am ever in my life again AND GUESS WHAT MCPHERSON CLUBBERS, it’s gonna be partying with friends, drinking and smoking. I’m not staying up to get a mix right, I’m not staying up to finish the sixth round for a trivia night. My heroes did those things, I’ve done those things, but I don’t see those in my future considering the drain of what one feels like the day after pulling an all-nighter.
Okay, so at some point, it’s a matter of hours, it’s a matter of stamina, it’s a matter of energy. And your energy is needed a lot more places once you have kids. If I wake up, make the breakfast, set up the slow cooker for dinner, drive the girls to schools and daycare, come home, walk the dogs, exercise, go to work, schedule music, create new clocks, respond to promoters, schedule tweets, interview artists, play music on the radio, say charming things, give away tickets, drive home, eat dinner, put my oldest to bed, walk the dogs. . .I’m not chipping away at my masterpiece in the late evening hours. I’m writing this blog, I’m ready to work hard if other people are coming over, band practice et cetera. But I don’t want to go down to that basement. I’m sitting on my comfy ass couch right now listening to Larry Mizell Jr.’s KEXP show from today. I’m writing for a bit, and then Rachel and I are going to discuss the book “Bowling Alone” in bed before falling asleep. That’s a full ass day, hold the masterpiece. Here’s how I actually feel: once you have kids the shit you get to do that isn’t raise kids has to pay you or be incredibly rejuvenating. Now that’s not how I want it to be! I want to do some volunteer work, I want to fix up the garage, I want to learn how to really work a drum machine. . .but, not tonight, and not tomorrow night and not next week. And man, I’ve been a huge “if not now when??” kind of dude. Do you know about that Dylan Hicks “Emma’s Moving to Chicago”.
No, you don’t know this Dylan Hicks song. I don’t even know if Dylan Hicks remembers this song except every time I see him I tell him how much I love it. It captures this free spirit of a young woman moving from Minneapolis to Chicago. It captures the fear that Minneapolitans have about the bigger cities. We’re jealous and suspicious of everyone who is moving to the big cities and we secretly/publicly hope they fail. When they succeed we act like we knew it all along, when they fail we act like we knew it all along. But in my head the most important thing about this song is that it’s about the future tense. Emma will be moving to Chicago. Part of me thinks of this song as being suspended in time, capturing the moment when Emma thinks it’s a done deal that she’s going to Chicago, but who knows what actually happens on Saturday?
So for years when I talk to students about how to make a music career I talk about the fact there are always musicians in Minnesota who have spent twenty five years of their life “moving to Chicago next month”. It’s that bullshit. Put out your record, test the market here, make your pitch here. Stop putting it off. Stop mixing your record. Start building your legacy. But, now that I feel I’ve approached this moment in my life where I have ambition but no hours. . .I am in the situation where I am forever one week away from setting up the turntables and seeing if I can still do the merry-go-round, seeing if I can pull some music into a sampler and start cutting it up and making some beats. I can’t wait to do that next week. I even told a couple musicians I’d start thinking about some new music when I’m holding Heiruspecs VINYL in my WARM ASS HANDS and not one day sooner.
Making great things takes time. And I don’t mean pure inspiration time. I mean requesting the download cards, registering the songs with BMI, going to soundcheck, putting up the posters. I love all that shit/can’t imagine finding time to do it. But there’s no great without that work. At this moment I think it will take me being in a different phase of parenting life to do something that is primarily self-initiated greatness. I say that cause Felix wants to see Heiruspecs be more productive in the coming years (might I add, that is a low bar, being more productive in the next couple years than Heiruspecs has been in the past couple years is the equivalent of being “more chipper than a sloth!”. Your life is seasons, this season I don’t think I can make anything great. But you stay in the mix, you practice your bass when you can, you write with others, you keep this up to talk about what you’re going through. You do that. And you stay in the line to find some greatness when you can. Remember, you are a human who has sought out greatness and delivered, but under different circumstances, at a different time. It’s not that season. You can’t will it to be that season again, you just have to do what you can this season while you do one of the most important, rewarding and inspiring things in your life: raising these children. It’s amazing, but it ain’t quite the same amazing return in the moment of hearing beautiful music you helped write come out of the speakers. I know I’m supposed to tell you it’s better, because in the grand scheme it is better, or at least more important, but I can’t tell you that 100%. I can tell you if I could only choose one of those two feelings I’d pick the raising kids feeling. But if you say I can have both, which one do I like more. . .and the speakers the music is coming out of. . .they’re big?. . .and everyone else in the room thinks the song sounds great. . .Yup?. . .okay, I think that’s better. Sorry, I do. That doesn’t make me a bad dad, that makes me an honest dad.
3:33⅓ with Deodato
I feel compelled to get funky. And if you haven’t heard the Camp Lo song that samples this, well you should.
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3:33⅓ with Vince Guaraldi
It was a slippery morning in the Twin Cities. The first significant snow of the season wasn’t all that significant, but it was the perfect amount to make driving a real nightmare. But when that first snow covers the sidewalks of St. Paul I turn to a little Vince Guaraldi to get the season started. Weeks before egg nog, this is the musical start to the holiday season.
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Raise the Age For Social Media to 16
Now I’ve been drinking whiskey and the Timberwolves won, and neither of these things happen too often.
I just left the Boldy James record that Felix said I should listen to to check out the most recent episode of Pivot. Their guest, Jonathan Haidt, lays out the clear results of his research that going through puberty on social media is absolute hell. And whatever absolute hell it is for all of us, it’s worse for girls. Statistically worse. Empirically worse. I remember going through adolescence. Lots of joy. Lots of pain. Very few screens. Lots of TV. Lots of phones. Lots of fear. And sadly I thought it was all on some continuum. It was what my dad went through, what my mom went through, what my brother went through, what Felix went through, Rachel, Silas, Melissa, Slim, everyone. Different, but on a continuum. Now to know that people born after 1996 are in a different universe. How do I protect my daughters from it? How did these assholes create a format more addictive than me and my musician friends ever did? I remember being on tour in San Francisco with Dessa probably in 2011. Through my now wife Rachel we had dinner with two really $$$ people who worked at maybe YouTube and Google at the time. Now the jobs have changed, maybe it’s Facebook and Dropbox. But it’s all platforms. But they had the wild money. You still split the bill, but you know it’s just nothing to them. And the thing is, they were right. Putting an ad before the door where everyone goes is immensely more remunerative than having something behind the door that some people want to see.
Are my daughters slowly careening towards a world that will rob them of the human interaction I thrived on. Will they get to spend an afternoon in bed with a girl not knowing if she’s a friend or a girlfriend. Will they get to read something from a friend they think somebody else will never see? Is adolescence ruined? I think of social media as innocuous to me. I’m skipping it right now. I just went to check if Cecil Otter has ever tweeted since all the shit with DOOMTREE hit the fan in 2020 (no, he hasn’t). I read what Christin612 wrote most recently, I read it, I’m back. I read and I come back here and I think. Since pushing twitter a bit away I find my brain is working in different ways, I’m not looking for my brain to fits itself into tweets the way it was just a couple weeks ago. But, my daughters will be facing something different, something insipid, something worse. And isn’t that the biggest failure, to send your children into a world worse than the one you grew up in. The American dream of doing better than your parents was done once my dad landed the job as the President of Macalester. That’s an elite, spectacular job that paid handsomely in the 90s and pays even better now. If the rolling of the dice on my music career landed at a really high level I might take home that $$ for a couple years, but not for a career. But the dice didn’t land that high. I play jazz records in the afternoon. I own a trivia company. My daughters are getting a smaller pillow to land on than I had. But I had a pillow too big. I didn’t need all that pillow. My brother didn’t need all that pillow. I ignored a lot of that pillow, I didn’t use all that pillow. I needed something more than that pillow, I needed honesty about who I was, about who we were, about why I deserved love, why I was okay the way I was, why I should get love.
A subject change: I love sneaking into the world where I get my own minutes. The music is playing, it’s 1:18, I have to wake up at 6:34, brush my teeth, get S. to school, get N. to daycare, find out where the Trivia Mafia meeting is, pack up records at North High, cook dinner, play jazz records in St. Louis Park, play pickleball with the team from Trivia Mafia. But right now, I’ve got great music on the speaker, I’m typing and I’m not afraid. I’m in love with the world. I’m in love with Felix coming over for basketball and talking about KAT’s problems. I’m in love with my brother coming and drinking beers and looking at his phone. I know who I am. I have my friends, I have my goals, and never the two shall meet. The world is so confusing, but my world is beautiful. The work is just trying to do the best you can. Sometimes you’re jealous of Sims, maybe he’s never jealous of you, but you’re just trying to do your best. There’s no quarter in bellyaching. My daughter S. has started talking about S. land. She tells me what is true about is in Sadie land. How things work in S. land. She knows things are different in Sean land. She gets these changes, this mystery, this fiction. There’s no crossroads, there’s no blacks and whites. Don’t let social media change that, let the world be ugly in the same ballpark it always has been. Let being a fifteen year old girl be just as beautiful and horrible as it was in 1922, in 1956, in 1995. Don’t let the stadium change. Stay, stay, stay the same. Don’t let the algorithm eat your you.
The Night Went Great
A long week, a perfect ending. Rachel made Swedish meatballs. Yes there was the lingonberry jelly. And bedtime was great. Last night I was eating popcorn and Sadie, 5 yrs, said “do you like that popcorn, Dows it taste like it was made by a professional?? Cause, I made that popcorn.”
Tonight didn’t have the same one liners but it still was beautiful. And Martin said he would pick me up for a couple drinks at Burger Dive.
Walking in, perfect amount of people. Twenty-four people. Table of olds, table of charming young women who are living it up at karaoke and instagramming the whole thing. One ruggedly attractive dude out with them on girls night. A couple couples at the bar, a couple groups of three of four. Wolves on the TV, don’t have to ask for it. no tv showing the Wild even though it’s a hockey town in a hockey state.
One really good singer delivering the goods on Daniel Caesar, Bobby Caldwell, a sad song and Digital Underground. He knew his audience I’ll say that. The girls were singing along with every word. A West 7th celebrity.
We ran into Mona Quinones because of course we did. Because it’s the first cold bar night of the new winter. There’s something graceful about the new winter. Everyone is pretending like it’s cold when in three months this won’t constitute shorts weather per se, but there’s no way you’re wearing a jacket and a hoodie. Newwinter lays down its strictures:
whatever the fuck is in your car now stays unless you need it
The hoodie isn’t changing, so it’s up to the wearer if the shirt beneath it is, and how can you check anyway you can’t do leave me alone
Yes of course you’re going in the store while your gas pumps, there is no alternative
What a treat.
3:33⅓ with Etta James
If I made a list of the ten most important days in my musical life I think the day I saw Elvin Bishop, Etta James and B.B. King in one sitting at Tanglewood in Massachusetts would make it. Etta James was probably the first musician I ever saw “work over” a crowd. She was sassy, she chatted, she flirted with all the band members she wasn’t related to. She was stately, charming and raunchy all at the same time. I love Etta James and I’m so glad I got to see her live.
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3:33⅓ with Leo Nocentelli
Leo Nocentelli is a funk icon, his guitar work with the Meters is the blueprint for funk guitar. So it was astounding to find out that when Leo went into the studio on his own accord he brought a much more acoustic, singer-songwritery palette in. But it makes sense to some extent, if your dayjob is playing in the greatest funk band on planet earth maybe you want to do something else with your time off. I’m so glad this music got committed to magnetic tape. He delivers the good as a songwriter and the music still grooves like crazy. Enjoy it!
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The Manifesto
I don’t want the world in my pocket. I don’t want access to everything on my phone.
Podcasts are amazing. Social media is here to stay but that doesn’t mean anyone of us have to personally stay. When you make it work for you, great. I feel better when I spend less time on Twitter. I feel good when I offer up experiences or content that brings people off of social media.
Social media makes me feel seen, celebrated, popular, funny. I prefer almost every other path to those feelings over the social media path. Take the paths of making music, of writing, of connecting. Since I’ve started this here blog some really cool people have come up to talk to me about reading it. That feels better. That feels more rewarding
I feel even better when events I present get people out of their house, with people they haven’t met before. People will remember a show, a trip, a trivia competition in the daytime.
Today Facebook laid off 13% of their employees. This is bad news for those people who are probably not all universally rich. It sucks for people to lose their jobs. But I hope those talented people go find work that might be better for the universe. Facebook shouldn’t be one of the biggest companies on earth. There needs to be more great experiences aided by social media but not arriving within social media.
Magazines are a great way to understand the world. They are more timely than books, less immediate than newspaper websites. You get some distillation.
Exercise is excellent. Getting to lift weights, exhausting your body, experiencing challenges, growing.
Spending time with your family and being happy with your job are important. Believing that is all you have time for is family and work is wrong. There’s time to volunteer, to spend time with friends, to serve your community. You should make the world a better place through your efforts.
Most people want to hang out. If you ask a couple people to hang out someone will say yes. Someone wants to hang out with you.
Am I Emotional?
Working with the therapist on unlocking some parts of me that I might’ve never let blossom because it wasn’t good business to let them blossom in the house I grew up in. I was born into a very brainy house, smart people who lead with their smartness. I knew I was different from this, I was told I was different from this. My brother had shown a lot of early aptitude in school, I did not. But, the brain was always what was worshipped in my family. Our mom used to say “put on your bike helmets, cause you damn sure won’t make a living off of your brains” all the time. In my tender moments I wish she had taught me how to protect my heart and my spirit, cause that needed a lot of protection it didn’t get.
But I export being emotional. I write songs. I cry. I feel things. I empathize. But I’m worried it’s this unexamined side of my life. I don’t know myself emotionally. And when I come off as emotional I’m not certain that’s pure me as much as it is a performance of being emotional. And can I be a very emotional person while still having very simple emotions? Do we just say people are emotional if they aren’t muted, if they aren’t flat? I’m strong-tempered, I’m sensitive, I’m vulnerable. I’m not sure I’m emotional. My therapist thinks (and I agree) that I consider myself a manager of three people: an achievement oriented score keeper, an intellectual brain person filling every moment of silence with brain stuff and a burning emotional lump that I know is very important but I don’t understand. This feels like a very close self-portrait to me. I am trying to figure out how to know that emotional lump. But if I think about the scorekeeper is in charge, if I talk about it the brain person is in charge. So I do go into something without talking or thinking into it. How do I get to know the lump?
I believe more so than most people I am who I am because it’s who I thought my family wanted. I’m sure a lot of youngest kids can relate, but in deep ways my identity, my passions, my interests, they are all linked to what my dad and my brother liked. And I like the me I became, but I don’t know what relationship that has to the clay I was born able to shape. I’m not sure what parts of me I deactivated cause it wasn’t helpful for me to survive and thrive in my house. And I have no idea if I can find those parts of me, nor do I know if I will like them. Don’t know if my wife will like them. Don’t know if my family will like them. But I think I have to explore it, because I think the contentment, happiness and presence I can bring to life right now is at a diminished level cause I’m not all here. I want to limit the scorekeeper’s role in my life, support the intellectual brain person and let the emotional lump have a seat at the table. Am I emotional? I don’t even know if that’s a useful question, but I think when I dig more, I’ll have a useful answer.
Do you wish your favorite music was more popular?
I’ve been around a lot more popular music than I have been for awhile. I’ve been hearing the big hits of the day at the new office and I think that music is fine but I’m so in love with the weird corners of music. I’m giving Can a big listen for the first time. And I’m kind of glad this song “Bel-Air” doesn’t air on big corporate radio. I love that there are still bands that aren’t household names but are absolutely part of the fabric. There are legit big bands that comparatively very few know about. You might think everyone knows who Spoon is. No, that’s cause you have a bunch of friends who know who Spoon is.
Embrace that level of intimacy. Embrace that level of it being okay to be what only two out of ten dentists agree on.
The Can song “Bel-Air” is only in epic in therm of how many intimate moments it strings together.
Enjoy it and imagine a world where everyone likes this song, where no one questions it, where it is supposedly on every playlist. Imagine a world where you could never play Can for an adult who had never heard of it. Imagine if Can was something everything grew up hearing? Like ABBA levels of everyone.
I don’t think it’s quite as fun. You want to share this music with others, but you’re glad not everyone messes with it. There’s some things you’re glad are kind of an acquired taste. The secret community of smaller bands with weirder stories. It’s special. So if this is your first introduction to Can, welcome aboard.
Another great way to get introduced to music that I hope still happens, the kitchen intro. Somebody has a kitchen job and one of the chefs is super into this or that band. I feel like Atmosphere first traveled the world through mix tapes by kitchen employees. That’s this way to introduce someone to a group without the pressure of forcing yourself to not talk over the music. It’s like a stationary road trip. Stationary road trip, that sounds like a great idea!
Pistachio Muffins Who What Where When Can You Have One
The greatest muffin in the history of muffins is a pistachio muffin. This is a small time muffin. I would wager there are probably 500 blueberry muffins for every one pistachio muffin. But, the joy of a pistachio muffin is unparalleled. It’s green, that’s cool. Also, I think the pistachio makes the whole affair a bit oily. I’ve never had a dry pistachio muffin and I’ve bet you’ve never had one at all. They used to have them at the Minnesota Historical Society. And I used to live across the street from the Minnesota Historical Society. And I used to eat those muffins and love it. Then they switched caterers and they lost it. A good option, but clearly a second best is the pistachio muffins from most Dunn Bros. Pretty good, not as oily and not as break-off-able-into-aesthetically-pleasing chunks able. But, I randomly came across a world class pistachio muffin. I say its random, but actually I needed a serious bit of good energy in my life that day and I think that’s why the universe but a pistachio muffin in front of me. If you drive from North High to the new temporary studios for Jazz88 you’ll drive right past Bryn Mawr. There are only two neighborhoods in the Twin Cities that make me think of specific people. If I drive past the Marcy area of Minneapolis right near Northeast I think about an ex-girlfriend that lived over there and I only think of her. And if I drive past that intersection of Penn and Cedar Lake Rd. with the Mobil I only think of Alexei Casselle from Oddjobs, Kill the Vultures et cetera. His mom used to live over there and it was the only time I went to said neighborhood. But there’s a little coffee shop over there that I’ve ever been to but I parked to grab a quick coffee. When I saw the pistachio muffin I knew it was on. I exerted the self-control necessary to not eat it in the car and come into the new offices looking like a leprechaun had dry heaved on my hoodie. But the minute I got to my new desk I went to town on captain pistach and my god was it good. GO TO CUPPA JAVA AND GET A PISTACHIO MUFFIN. See? Reading this is as fun as twitter isn’t it?
Rest in Peace to Mimi Parker and How Sean Got Her Groove Back and I’m Pro Choice
You may have heard the news but the amazing Mimi Parker from Low has passed away. My friend Martin Devaney told me the news this morning at our coffee hang. For about four years Heiruspecs shared a manager with Low and the entire time I felt so absolutely amazing to be sharing any sort of relationship with this band I’ve always admired. As Martin and I both realized, Low is one of the few bands that have been an absolute constant in our musical life. I have always had profound respect for Low, both musically and for how they run their business. And somehow, running their business is exactly the right term to me. They were a critically acclaimed mom + pop show that delivered uncompromising music and experiences for their listeners. They were the band that from note one to the last chord they played, they interrupted and exceeded expectations. I was never close personally to anyone in Low, a couple backstage hellos with Al and even fewer with Mimi, but from a far I felt there was a mutual respect for what my group’s were up to and what they were up to. Obviously in regards to significance, they eclipsed what my bands have been up to, but I felt respected and supported. And like everyone who ever heard them, I knew the key to the recipe was the way Mimi and Al sang together. I have no idea if their harmonic relationship was intuitive, but it sure sounded intuitive by the time it got to me. Mimi spent her life on the road while also raising kids and bringing her amazing energy and sound to people around the world. It is a life well lived and I am honored to have shared some stages with her in my career. Rest in peace to Mim and love to her family.
I’ve been off energy wise for a couple weeks. Stressful times at the day job, stressful times at home. Largely these stresses are temporary, remodels and moves being the primary culprit at work and at home. But your body doesn’t necessarily know that these things are temporary. Your body just knows about the stress. And, though those were the big stressors, I had plenty of small super difficult things that kept on popping up week after week. Somehow, between yesterday and today I got some energy moving in the right direction. I worked so hard on Friday and utilized a tremendously diverse set of skills to manage a bunch of technical breakdowns at the job that I believe I was just exhausted beyond comprehension on Saturday morning. Thankfully, Saturday was a slow and social day with generally positive energy the whole time. I got enough sleep on Saturday night and I was able to get in and exercise today and visit with my friend Martin. This all set me in the right place, I’m in a better place and I can feel it in every second of my existence. I just feel a little more planted. I’m glad for that because the rest of this year is going to be an ass kicker. Heiruspecs is releasing a record, it’s Hannukah, it’s my first time doing holiday music as a music director. There’s going to be a lot coming my way, so I’m really glad to be on a good spot. And I’ve been centered today, not a lot of time wasted thumbing through the internet.
I hope you vote on or before Tuesday. I’m a pro-choice human being and I got the opportunity to use my silky voice for a pro-choice campaign aimed at dad’s.
Vote, and listen to jazz, and get enough sleep.
Two a days
I hated Twitter in 2010 or more accurately was neutral about it. I didn’t get it and didn’t get how to interact on it. I was playing bass for dessa at the time and she said I should just go on there twice a day and say something, it could be a help for my career. I did it and I fell in love with it. I found out that a lot of my most exciting friends were on there. I had fun conversations.
now I love Twitter. It’s the one social media that I felt a personal draw to. It’s the one that I liked playing on. But they’re firing a lot of the people that I think made it great and also, a lot of the people are caring about are leaving the site.
I know a broadcast blog is very different than Twitter but I’m gonna try to hit this twice a day and see if it can scratch an itch that right now I only get from Twitter.
3:33⅓ - The Giants of Jazz
I can’t say much about this record yet, I only know the tracks I’ve played on the radio. But on this one, “Everything Happens to Me” I get more of an idea why everyone is so gah gah about Sonny Stitt. There’s something really muscular and emotional about his playing, and that’s a hard combination to push out of a saxophone.
Otis Spann album cover.