Chris
Isis, when she offered the model of lamentation to the first Egyptians, said in her lamentation that when eyes do not see, eyes desire.
Pascal Quignard
Currently posting from the air en route to play the first Best Friends Forever Festival in Las Vegas. We’re on tomorrow afternoon but the festivities start today. Looking forward to seeing friends and family performing and attending alike.
Making a phenomenological speculation here that our valuation of information derives from a historical scarcity, relatively speaking, such that the abundance of information available to us currently is often overvalued, that in fact the very idea of information is overvalued without regard for what the information might be or whom or what it might serve.
I spoke with Brian Stout over at popMATTERS about New Freedom Sound.
One way to approach making music is to make a sound that’s reminiscent of something you love, trying to play in a genre. Another is to try to make music that sounds like what we aren’t yet able to hear, to be the guy who comes up with something we haven’t heard. New Freedom Sound is a chance to take what I’m listening to and make it into something I haven’t heard yet. I am confident that my playing in this group is the best I have ever been.
I spoke with Brian Stout over at popMATTERS about New Freedom Sound.
One way to approach making music is to make a sound that’s reminiscent of something you love, trying to play in a genre. Another is to try to make music that sounds like what we aren’t yet able to hear, to be the guy who comes up with something we haven’t heard. New Freedom Sound is a chance to take what I’m listening to and make it into something I haven’t heard yet. I am confident that my playing in this group is the best I have ever been.
My Aunt Rita died yesterday. This photo was taken on her 86th birthday back in 2013. Kimberley and I drove out to see her in New Jersey to deliver our best wishes in person. A few months before this, Chris Ernst, Kimberley, a handful of cousins, and I visited Rita to interview her about our family’s past, about growing up Sephardic in The Bronx during the Depression. We came away from that visit with something like 3 hours of footage I have yet to edit in any way, shape, or form. Shortly after her birthday that year, Rita suffered a partially-debilitating stroke that restricted her movement and speech if not her cognition for the rest of her life. I’ll say more about her later, no doubt, but am posting this, my favorite photo of the two of us, in her memory, which will surely be a blessing for us all.
…you would be unable to breathe or likely see at all from the sound pressure, glass would shatter, fog would be generated as the water in the air dropped out of suspension in the pressure waves, your house at this distance would have a roughly 50% chance of being torn apart from sound pressure alone.
I grew increasingly protective and defensive about New York City, about what it means to those of us who live here, and to this day I have a white-hot resentment of how our town’s grief was used to justify hateful violence without our consent.