Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Weekend with some kids

Nice! Warming air and cool vibrations! It is spring and here we engage the sun in sunset park. the actual park. Laying out in the early afternoon. Flying a kite with no wind; in which the kite is in length of over 5 meters. Wind prevailing in the late afternoon and four boys of brother and cousin relation wanting all a hand at flying the subject. There was drawing with colors and paper and even a game of backgammon. All the while keeping the kite in the air. The boys know both english and spanish. Maybe a little more spanish. They made sure even gary's phone was used as either a toy or a weapon at any given moment. Killed was a semi favorite for one and others maybe bored and another collecting information. I happened to collect some sound samples of them holding gary at gun-point; with an airplane attached to the opposite end of the gun. Damn kids. Ah all is well we told them we had to leave and they returned our stuff and said that they have to leave to. We say goodbye. In need of consistency. Riding the bike long distance is good to put on a few pounds. Also to help my logic and patience. I will keep this in mind when playing music. More will power. Here are some photos of ny down the bay. looking up the bay.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Carelessness

-Imagine having to watch a clock on the wall.- The second hand keeping consistent rhythmic seconds, into minutes, into hours. For days you have not averted from the wall, none the less. But, time has no patience in spontaneity. When an arm has to move. I believe in all circumstance. No matter what place in time or of the earth, you are, your arm should and will have to move. Now say the arm wants to be like the clock's and move in synchronization. Tooling with time, skipping over each second; breathing in to fill the space. -Whatever might make clocks and people sync in popular succession?- Is there no greater time in a smaller faction? Like jumping around on a piano and then doubling the time but with one more note. Thus, having a rapid succession of notes being sprayed into the ears with a round sense. This feels comfortable and almost not recognizable, like a sped-up vinyl spewing jazz. Stand at a distance and it sounds closer to the original thought; yea it's that guy or no it's def. davis. From any point of view, that arm had to move. Now if arm could speak it would say time. Need time to heal, to get strong. But, it still knows when to move. Some impulse that comes from the brain; through your nerves and then your muscles; and back to your brain.Some move quicker, stronger and possibly more impulsive. Like it takes certain magical chemicals to release the toxin to the arm to make fingers blush with fluid or cat like movement. In each finger is held there space and time. Lately music is a challenge. The intention of playing has risen to a greater awareness. Unlike the arm, my attention to time has frayed into particles of stretched out periods where at length lying parallel they are completely different. Time has just split. A question i ask myself, do we not like all of ourselves? as do other humans? Complete absorbency of mind and body and soul. Are people really in popular succession? It is effort, I realize, to be anyone's gain. Fortunately for me I slow down. Sensory of the mind has short or longer waves on a map. Simple. in a wave the shorter it is the longer it takes to come. now increase the wave height and it's much faster. Many impulses stretching at length, or in short. Covering each other's notion and erratically bouncing off each other. -This does not look like an arm.- I enjoy these things. Where it may not always seem like rhythmic stature, it has a presence all it's own. It can sound the same, but in time it appears differently. Like a monotonous child belting lyrics to their most favorite hip-hop song and his voice skips over his heart beat. Will his heart beat faster. Or is it slowing down? Live Music My brother recently came up to visit. I'm having to play at my sister's wedding for the ceremony and I've created some good patterns to create a fluidity to the presentation but i still would like to sit on some of the chords and have a greater sense of what the wedding will actually be like. Instead of just like the music. I want him to accompany me for a certain part of two. We practiced some things and played out for an evening. We ended up recording this later part of it. Stream it from the site or download at your own will. http://www.archive.org/details/April10th4PartLiveWithWeeJ Currently working on one of those lp eps. Returning is the title. I don't know why, yet. Next blog: Release 'Field' with cover and art work. gathering media now!

Monday, April 13, 2009

In and out of the basement

More than once, there is music ringing on the door steps of this basement apartment and there rings many pleasant tones from afar and near. The spanish loud speaker. Truck on the street blaring a loud and ever drowning sound of an alarm down to a little whisper tapping on the brain. The small or large speakers containing a personal selection and even closer an hot wire download into a scape of realism of music created by a like mind. This man i speak about is one of good faith and extra-masterfully producing beyond a pace of our own space and time. In all we can relate. Meaning he has not reached too far to be unknown or unheard. He is Annu. Versus. http://www.mediafire.com/file/0midvmdmmqm/annu-versus.zip http://www.myspace.com/planetfunktown I wanted to start with this selection of music because of it's presence at a time like this. When starting a new blog i ask myself how it will be an adventure in and of myself. I hope to share it more than less with others and not a personal reflection. But it is, i think, very easy to fade away from something like this. Where the computer or the tv or the movies or the books don't matter. Then you step back into the world of common sense and interexchanging ideas and random thoughts and want to write what matters to myself. And in this i will share in and out with others' ideas. To go back and ponder the thought of and to document it's invulnerability. To think for yourself and be thought about.