Thu - January 26, 2006

music theory, pt. 2


“Jazz, at its best, can be the perfect combination of brains and romanticism.”

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Wed - November 2, 2005

jazz paranoia


Pulled out an old CD the other night: David Sanborn's Upfront. It's one of few acquisitions I can pinpoint to my freshman year of college, that brief season spent in Iowa where if winter is not longest it is their fiercest season. Between school dances at which I first discovered I could dance after all, and bouncing about the bench of the jazz band piano, it was a splendid year for music. One song I heard and had to have after airplay at a raucous outdoor dance one night was Sanborn's infectious "Bang, Bang." So in those days far before the reign of iTunes, I bought the whole album.

Lately I've been buying more CDs, which brings on occasional spurts of storage guilt in which I peruse the dustier cases that round out my now 400+ collection. Is there possibly one I should resell? Or maybe there's some hidden, long-forgotten gem to get me out of my 5-10 record rotation rut (the problem's emotional as well). On one of these jaunts the other night, I pulled Sanborn from hibernation and peered at him warily. He was only so many cases from my Kralls.

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Wed - July 6, 2005

music theory, pt. 1


“... the blues work on you in this peculiar way whereby you can be talking about some very great pain — in a song that makes you want to get up and grind with your loved one.”

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Mon - June 27, 2005

caught these blues between my ribs


Now about a week ago, I stumbled across a friend's month-old blue ramblings. The loneliness was eloquent, the soundtrack all too apt for storms then gathering about me. Is it possible to catch another's blues, I wonder? I held his pain inside me for a day, my heart so heavy I had to pray three miles and some tears before peace came. Now the turn is mine to hear and ache and weep and write. I'm just less tipsy. Beck is well-suited to these moods.

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Sat - February 5, 2005

in search of pure music?


Saturday night I finally resolved to tackle the mound of papers making chaos in my bedroom. (Status check: yes, writing this is indeed yet another delay.)

Though I gave some thought to praying while I cleaned, the semi-analytical nature of sorting and organizing piles tends to distract from that. Thus, the search for bona fide background: music. You'd think with 400 CDs it wouldn't be that hard to find the right mood music. But by semi-late evening, it's too late for sprightly Aretha or Jones. It's not the bathroom I'm cleaning, but my bedroom.

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Sun - December 5, 2004

When I Am Afraid I Will Trust in You


Original song by Rod Foist, as recorded by the same. Since Dad doesn't currently have his own website or blog — and iBlog is the easiest way I know of to post music to the web — I'm sharing it here on his behalf.

And regular readers, yes, there will be more real blogging coming soon. Now back to the music ...

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