Friday, May 26, 2006

Ecce deus fortior me, qui veniens dominabitur michi.

A wonderful evening after work yesterday of reading. Dante Alighieri's La Vita Nuova continues to inspire, but really only the narrative and explanations of the poems within. I never cared much for the poems themselves. Perhaps it's the translation. Rotten English!

A morning filled with early rising despite a day off of work. A visit to the garage to see what can be done with the air conditioning in The Bot. Hopefully the expense will be small as a alternate form of charging and replacing was discussed, but I'm not counting on it. Next to Good Days for breakfast with the father unit and funny stories of his youth and Grandpa Doherty. Then off to Kenwood Tire to talk to Dave who works there but was formally employed by The Rock Pile down of 18, which was a favorite place of mine a few years ago before its closing. The three of us spoke for nearly 45 minutes about upcoming concerts and his growing up with the music he listened/listens to now. He's seeing Dweezil Zappa with many members of Frank's former bands playing Frank's music. He will be seated 5th row center. Jealousy! A wonderful fellow all the same.

Devil zit reeks havoc on the left of my nose!

Tuesday night has once again shown itself to be the magic night with Niles and I. Perhaps it's the church setting, or maybe our willingness to create in a sacred space. Either way, time stood still again, this time taking on a much longer form than usual, and with surprisingly little movement between us. How this phenomenon occurs I haven't the slightest idea, but Niles made a good analogy last week: "It's like God swooped down and turned on a lightswitch." Well said, David. "Sometimes God hides, and sometimes God waves."
The piece started out curiously in the same key as the last piece ended a week earlier, as if continuing and finishing the thought. In fact, around half-way through I realized the same chord progression had been (very) slowly established, and David had not even recognized it. That is in no way downsizing his memory or ability to create different things, but more so it further shows the continuation of what had been started a week earlier.
This slow beast crawled around and slept and woke and slept and woke for 32 minutes, until it finally was comfortable enough to rest. Time opens if you're willing to wait. It is not accessed by a high level of skill or a high level of thinking, but more of faith. A privilege.
The hours between 8:30 and 11:00 were spent cutting out voices and unnecessary this and that, and burning onto cd's. Silly titles abound.

Now for printing out of insurance forms to send back to lousy insurance company that doesn't seem to straighten things out themselves very well. Yucka!

"Any recording of a performance is not the performance: it is a recording & representation of only one aspect of the performance. And that may be useful, as an aide memoire; as an encouragement to continue to practice listening, and being.
The recording may even transmit part of the energy of the event. The mechanics of how that happens is a larger question. One approach might be this: a real event keeps going. It doesn't stop when people go home. Actually, it continues growing in the presence of those who were part of the unity of the event. The recording, or representation, allows us to enter that continuing, developing performance; to which we make our own contribution."
- Robert Fripp

7 Comments:

At May 27, 2006 at 10:50 AM, Blogger Tim? said...

Of course you aren't a busy boy, you aren't a boy at all! There's plenty of Tim to spread for you as well. I'm like butter. A biiiiiig stick of butter.

 
At June 2, 2006 at 8:32 AM, Blogger Tim? said...

Devil zit actually went away yesterday. It's still kind of noticable, but only in a ghostly way. It doesn't deserve zit status anymore.

 
At June 7, 2006 at 8:29 PM, Blogger Tim? said...

I think we should continue to post comments back and forth to eachother like this forever. That seems to be the direction we're heading in. You don't have devil zits, you have devil pits (armpits?).

 
At June 8, 2006 at 10:29 AM, Blogger Tim? said...

Really? I guess that's why I had armpit hair by the time I was 12. Maybe even 11. Seriously, I'm way too hairy. Shaving is pointless now, it grows back instantly.

 
At June 8, 2006 at 8:51 PM, Blogger Tim? said...

Ya see? That's why big companies (and human bodies) need to have many different bosses going around to each employee (organ) to tell them when it's time to do (grow) something. I advise you to hire more bosses, or else God knows what worse things could happen later on.
I apologize for the beard burn. I was debating whether or not to shave at all for the next couple of weeks because my facial hair is longer than I think it ever has been right now and I figured I might just go for an actual beard, just to see how it goes, but you answered my dilemma.

 
At June 20, 2006 at 7:23 PM, Blogger Tim? said...

Holy crap I can't believe you found the lyrics to that and even remembered it at all. Well no because it was so memorable that of course you wont forget. I have to hear that song again before I die. Download it, lappy!

 
At June 28, 2006 at 4:07 PM, Blogger Tim? said...

I was going to the other day but it seemed like a waste of time cause I had nothing. I need to wait for just the right "zoinks!" moment to update.

 

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