- May 6, 2003
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I have to get this off my chest.
I'm playing a gig tonight with this guitar player and a drummer. The guy is a gun slinger. A million chops with a handful of ideas. He calls Girl from Impetigo and kicks it off at 150mph. What is the point of that? It's all about how big his tallywhacker is.
There is sex in all of Jobim's tunes. The kind that is found at slower tempos where they are just hot enough to move but in a way that requires patience and muscle tone. A seduction. A slow tease. That song has a beauty in the gentle sway and delicate movement through the bridge.
He's hacking it up like Freddie Kruger.
I can't play the changes that fast and make them work. It was boring and people were pouring out of the club.
Stella at 500mph. uggh. I'm thinking Johnny Hartman and he's thinking Eddie Van.
He plays as rude as his temperament.
"Do you want the chart?"
"No, I can't read in the dark"
..."Or with the lights on"
Whats up next?
Take 5? 750mph.
Why bother....
I hate that tune at a proper tempo.
I'll bet he's done in 5 minutes and sleeping before she gets her top off...
On break he makes a comment about how he was dusting me and he thought I was a better player and must be having an off night.
Ok that's a stupid thing to say to a fat Italian.
I should have put my foot in his ass but I didn't want to soil my Moreschi loafers. Oddly I just smiled and said "sorry I though everyone knew I sucked."
The changes of childbirth are subtle and profound.
It's really all for the best, I'm sure he's deleted my number. Thank god for small favors.
There are nights like this that I really appreciate playing George Jones tunes to low toothcount girls. They adore you even if you suck, the band is always chill even if you don't get it all right, and nobody is keeping score.
Everyone is smiling and talking about football or cars or their stupid spouse on the break.
Thats better.....
I'm playing a gig tonight with this guitar player and a drummer. The guy is a gun slinger. A million chops with a handful of ideas. He calls Girl from Impetigo and kicks it off at 150mph. What is the point of that? It's all about how big his tallywhacker is.
There is sex in all of Jobim's tunes. The kind that is found at slower tempos where they are just hot enough to move but in a way that requires patience and muscle tone. A seduction. A slow tease. That song has a beauty in the gentle sway and delicate movement through the bridge.
He's hacking it up like Freddie Kruger.
I can't play the changes that fast and make them work. It was boring and people were pouring out of the club.
Stella at 500mph. uggh. I'm thinking Johnny Hartman and he's thinking Eddie Van.
He plays as rude as his temperament.
"Do you want the chart?"
"No, I can't read in the dark"
..."Or with the lights on"
Whats up next?
Take 5? 750mph.
Why bother....
I hate that tune at a proper tempo.
I'll bet he's done in 5 minutes and sleeping before she gets her top off...
On break he makes a comment about how he was dusting me and he thought I was a better player and must be having an off night.
Ok that's a stupid thing to say to a fat Italian.
I should have put my foot in his ass but I didn't want to soil my Moreschi loafers. Oddly I just smiled and said "sorry I though everyone knew I sucked."
The changes of childbirth are subtle and profound.
It's really all for the best, I'm sure he's deleted my number. Thank god for small favors.
There are nights like this that I really appreciate playing George Jones tunes to low toothcount girls. They adore you even if you suck, the band is always chill even if you don't get it all right, and nobody is keeping score.
Everyone is smiling and talking about football or cars or their stupid spouse on the break.
Thats better.....
