| THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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if i got pissed off at every jazz player's personality flaws and bad behavior, i'd never listen to jazz at all. |
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i keep all my jazz recordings at work nowadays, and my boss has been listening to them. she tends to pick one and listen to it exclusively - so far she's been through art tatum, early john coltrane, and the getz/gilberto sessions...in that order. each time she says, "this is where i am, now." charles mingus is where i am, now. mingus had balls - bass balls, if you will - and i need the excitement in my life. i tend to want to hear people like thelonius monk or eric dolphy or someone like that. and of course charlie parker. |
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the first rock concert i ever went to was a who concert. thunderfingers. |
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how'd i get into jazz? as far as i can tell, just by living in america. starting with the cartoons i watched as a kid: my screen name - droopy - comes from a cartoon dog that had a dixieland jazz band in his fur. at least in one cartoon. and old movies - i loved old bogart movies with dooley wilson or hoagy carmichael in them. i always wanted to be in the band. then by the time i was twelve i was able to walk to a local record shop and buy jazz and blues albums. the first jazz album i ever bought was some disk of nothing but live charlie parker solos. then eventually i was old enough to go to jazz clubs and drink and listen to jazz. in fact, i can drive my ass to new orleans, if i want to. yes, the who did "won't get fooled again". i got an extensive education in that band because i knew a drummer who was obsessed with keith moon. did i read somewhere that you're russian? |
Say, it's only a paper moon Sailing over a cardboard sea But it wouldn't be make believe, If you believed in me. Yes, it's only a canvas sky, Hanging over a muslin tree, But it wouldn't be make believe, If you believed in me. Without your love, It's a honky tonk parade, Without your love, It's a melody played at a penny arcade. It's a Barnum and Bailey world, Just as phony as it can be, But it wouldn't be make believe, If you believed in me. |
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and yes, jazz, blues, music in generaly helps. i'm really not sure what the hell's going on between you and the rest of the sorabji folk. i was gone for 3 years because my computer died and i was too poor and lazy to get another one. i'm an insomniac, too. |
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i had a roommate who accused me of snoring. i slept with the door closed and classical music on the radio. one night he got up for a midnight snack or piss (or both) and heard the low sound of the basses from my room. but i assure you i don't snore. but i have been accused of having weird breathing patterns. like i will just stop breathing for a while and then take in air in a gasp. or i will start breathing i "staccato" bursts. |
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maybe that's just the gay english way. maybe jack would know. |
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