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Interview the person below you: 3 is a magic number

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I'm not a huge tv person. Mostly just adult swim at night and a few when I wake up in the morning to have on when getting ready for work: charmed, supernatural, las Vegas. Law and order svu is good stuff.


My favorite question: if a tree falls in a forest, and nothing is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
 
The Jazz Fest gig opening for the Ohio Players last month was pretty great.
But I'd guess that if I had to name only one "best" it would be the first time that the music transcended the band, and we were just playing and wondering what the ecstatic hell was happening and how we got there.
It was a New Year's Eve reggae gig, our regular sax player couldn't make it and we had a really great Alto player sit in. Somewhere in the set we started a funk-reggae groove (imagine Bob Marley meets War's "Slippin' Into Darkness") and all of a sudden the whole thing hit that magic place. The crowd got it, the band got it, and it was just transcendent. None of us knew how we got there or how to end it - it was bigger than all of us.
I've been fortunate to hit that place a few other times, and each time was equally amazing. But that first time - wow.

Would you rather be consistently good or occasionally brilliant?
 
My computer or my bass. I won't let anyone else use my computer without being in my direct supervision and I wash my hands before touching the bass and it gets a full wipe down almost every time I finish playing it.

How about the Terps jerseys tonight?


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I worked with my son to pull the ratty, dirty, 1970's era shag carpet out of his room. Well, out of half of it. We'll do the other half on another weekend.
It will be really good for his health to be rid of that. Dust bunnies? That sucker was the African Dust Veldt - dust elephants, dust rhinos, dust hippos.
Now we're cooking dinner together, with him taking a lead role - nice change of pace.
I consider both of those things to be of value.

What will you do this evening?
 
October 8th. Our bandleader's brother owns a farm in Northern NJ (near the Water Gap), and every year, they have a family reunion in the barn. It isn't used as a working barn, and has more than enough room for a very large party. We usually camp out in the fields and have a great time. It doesn't pay at all, and there is a long drive (from near Philadelphia), but it is a great time overall. Lots of food, lots of drinking.

What did you feel when you finally realized that you would most likely not be a professional bassist?
 
It was about 1989, and at the time I *was* a professional bassist. I was earning a living, barely, with bar gigs and the occasional wedding gig.
It was a combination of factors.
First, I noticed that I wasn't working on my reading skills at all - and that's what I really needed to improve if I wanted a chance at better work. The fact that I wasn't working on them, despite knowing that I needed to, told me that I really didn't want it bad enough.
Second, I was playing in a band with keyboardist Smitty Smith (RIP, Smitty) - a brilliant cat who had played with everyone from Dylan and Jackson Brown on down, written songs for Maurice White, just a CAT. He had diabetes and couldn't go on the road anymore, and our reggae band was good and gigged regularly, so he played with us.
In a just society, a man with Smitty's talent and accomplishments would live in a big house on the hill and drive a Cadillac. In our society, Smitty was struggling to pay rent on a funky house in the San Fernando valley and driving an old clunker. That showed me, far more than hearing it, that the music will chew you up and spit you out in pieces unless you are very lucky, and that talent isn't part of the equation.
So I decided to get out, earn a better living a different way, and play music that I enjoy rather than depend on bar owners, drunks, and luck to pay my bills. It was a good choice for me.

What's your favorite feature of your favorite place? Describe it.
 
Well, it's a visceral experience that touches on all the senses. It's the balcony of Mr Toots in Capitola. The perfect time to "get it?" Late September around 8 p.m. Saturday. The sliding door will be opened slightly. live music will be playing in the coffee shop ( usually Sax ( the owner ), drums and bass. Others have and do play with them from time to time. )
The smell of great cooking all round. The view of the ocean, the "tree" and the birds in flight. The sailboats dropping anchor and gently rocking in the waves. The smell of the ocean, the sound of the waves lapping on the shore. The feel of the breeze on my face.
The pork ribs from the California Grill ( to go so I can eat them at Mr Toots ) and my Mona Lisa beverage.

Did you play hookie today from work making it a 4 day weekend?
 
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