Posts with tag: listening

Wherein Nate Smith’s snare drum gives George Lawrence Stone, Ted Reed, and Joe Morello a big fat wet kiss.


Here is a short list of men I’ve never met whom I nevertheless allow into my ear-holes. They are buglers of some renown. The list is in order of something.

1. Woody Shaw

2. Pops
3. Freddie Hubbard. The Maiden Voyage solo was a career.
4. Miles, particularly if he was pissing someone off at that very moment.
5. Don Cherry/Lester Bowie/Bill Dixon, because WTF guys?

Also, Clark Terry, we did meet and it was seminal. I love you.

Also, also, whoever decided I should have to stop and look up whether it’s ‘who’ or ‘whom’ every time (and then still get it wrong,) should be wrapped in an old Sousaphone and set adrift. You know what you can do with that ‘m.’


Come Sunday

I’m not a religious person, but Sunday does remain my day of rest. A good time to reflect and do some of the light chores that don’t require my full mental focus.

My music collection contains around thirty versions of … the rest “Come Sunday”


I started today strong with good food and a good friend and then I started feeling slower and weaker as the day went on. Like something got in my bones.

No symptoms just fatigue. So I did the only thing I really know how to do, which is move.

I headed out for my daily walk, but it’s already 8pm so it’s dark. I’m kind of slogging along listening to music.

Just as I’m walking around the pile of ‘decorative rubble’ that marks the halfway point at Parkville South H.S and Highway 9, Marvin Gaye sings,

“Don’t you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?”

You know how he does it. Damn.

It’s like having all the tired cells in your blood injected with honey.

Feeling better now.


C2 1x20min. 4788m. 2:05.3/500m. Pretty lame attempt tonight. Just couldn’t summon…that thing. Larry Young for support.


Got my walk in early. 5K as the sun came up. Sunny day today. Listened to some really awful music this morning. That happens sometimes.


2nd 40min row. 2:05.4/500m. Gonna feel 80 minutes in the morning for sure.

Wow, That Was the 70s album cover