Close Enough for Jazz

Close Enough for Jazz

Jazz is about self expression and intent.  Orchestral playing is about precision and perfection.  Perfection scares the shit out of me.  Jazz is about listening and composing and riffing.  Orchestral playing is about becoming a cog in a larger clock and nailing your small piece of the composition at exactly the right time in exactly the right pitch.

A recital is about all of that fucking perfection except all by yourself.

And triple tonguing is killing me.

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My Friend Ken Manthey Couldn't Handle Pineapple Pizza

My Friend Ken Manthey Couldn't Handle Pineapple Pizza

Last week, Ken was admitted to Elmhurst Memorial Hospital for pain in his stomach and back.  Monday morning, Ken died from pancreatic cancer.  It was fast.  I spoke to him briefly on Friday.  He knew was going to die.  We agreed that he would wait until Monday (when I could visit him to say farewell) but he exited almost exactly 45 minutes before I got there.

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San Francisco's Race Problem

San Francisco's Race Problem

The Bay Area Rapid Transit (BART) system, which serves the San Francisco Bay area is having some problems. In the last 90 or so days, three attacks on its riders have been perpetrated by a group of teenagers. The attacks have included robberies, beatings, harassments—you know, general mischievous teenage behavior gone terribly awry.

The hooligans haven’t been caught. And part of the reason for that is BART’s fault. It’s not releasing the surveillance videos.

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A Push from the Thin

A Push from the Thin

Dylan encouraged us (through his fog and haze of liquor) to 'Rage, rage against the dying of the light" and we interpret the light as our corporeal mortality.  Perhaps the light is the ideals of humanity that make us bigger than our days.  Perhaps the light is a compilation of the gestures that make our lives bricks of a cathedral we're all building, one life at a time, a legacy of civilization that transcends our individual flickers that points to a beacon for all who come after to follow.

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Notes from the Post-it Wall — Week of July 9, 2017

Notes from the Post-it Wall — Week of July 9, 2017

• If you’re mad that Patton Oswalt is engaged a little more than a year after his first wife died, you’re a jerk. Simple as that. Who are you to understand one person’s heart and how it heals and what it needs and how it loves? You need to reduce your desire for outrage and leave people alone.

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An Open Private Letter From Don Jr. To Don the First

An Open Private Letter From Don Jr. To Don the First

Dear Father,

Salutations. You will be pleased to know my subversionary tactics are still keeping that dastardly free press hot on their smugly clicked heels. Why father, my namesake, I hope you are sitting down, because that is surely the safest and most controlled place to shit yourself out of excitement from. Standing leaves a trail, and upside down is impractical. So sit, then afterward walk bow legged to the kitchen to take off of your pants and have the help scoop it into the nearest receptacle just like you taught me on my 14th birthday when you told me my pool house was getting an escalator to my pool table.

Are you ready? Okay.

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Acknowledging the Duality of Man | Applying Puritanism in the Modern Age

Acknowledging the Duality of Man | Applying Puritanism in the Modern Age

As both the Extreme Right and Extreme Left truck in moral outrage (Rage Profiteers) those left in the middle have to walk an increasingly cautious line. Any step or joke in the wrong direction results in personal destruction. And any human creative and ingenious enough to make something or do something notable better be perfect in every way.

This apparently includes those long dead as the need to revile those who made differences in times past are now held to the same revisionist scrutiny and Puritanical confines as anyone today and without the ability of defense. You know, cuz they’re dead.

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