In preparation for the rolling out of Ghosts and Ballyhoo, I'm creating an online presence.
Here's my piece "Ode to Bill Laswell and Pino Palladino." The video description tells you everything you need to know.
Thanks to Alex Golden for cleaning up the MP3 of the tape I made, and thanks to all the others who sent me MP3s. All of you get a copy of the book, as promised.
I think there were a couple of people I didn't answer. I'm sorry. My life has gotten very very busy. Today one of the greatest bassists in the world kiddingly called me a gift-horse-looker-in-the-mouther. I swear to God I'm not. I'll always be grateful to everyone here for pushing me into making this book a reality. We're very close to it dropping into your hands. The price I pay is a massive commitment to making it a success, which means very little free time right now.
So, here's the musical version of my book. The video is sad in that I can't play this way anymore. I pantomimed all the techniques and used my computer to take the photos, and even that was incredibly painful. Physically painful; not emotionally painful at all. When listening to what I could once do, all I feel now is happiness that I'd reached that level. I feel only happiness that I once knew the person who bought me that bass and served as the catalyst for me to take my playing as far as I could.
"For those condemned to [a] twilight existence, there may be brief periods--say, three years, for example--of fulfillment if the stars align. These short intervals can’t last, however. That’s why every second of them must be seen as a gift. When they end, the bearer of the gift must be honored for creating that which would otherwise have never been. The bearer of the gift is a conjurer, magicking out of thin air something unfractured and clean. Something defensible."
Here's my piece "Ode to Bill Laswell and Pino Palladino." The video description tells you everything you need to know.
Thanks to Alex Golden for cleaning up the MP3 of the tape I made, and thanks to all the others who sent me MP3s. All of you get a copy of the book, as promised.
I think there were a couple of people I didn't answer. I'm sorry. My life has gotten very very busy. Today one of the greatest bassists in the world kiddingly called me a gift-horse-looker-in-the-mouther. I swear to God I'm not. I'll always be grateful to everyone here for pushing me into making this book a reality. We're very close to it dropping into your hands. The price I pay is a massive commitment to making it a success, which means very little free time right now.
So, here's the musical version of my book. The video is sad in that I can't play this way anymore. I pantomimed all the techniques and used my computer to take the photos, and even that was incredibly painful. Physically painful; not emotionally painful at all. When listening to what I could once do, all I feel now is happiness that I'd reached that level. I feel only happiness that I once knew the person who bought me that bass and served as the catalyst for me to take my playing as far as I could.
"For those condemned to [a] twilight existence, there may be brief periods--say, three years, for example--of fulfillment if the stars align. These short intervals can’t last, however. That’s why every second of them must be seen as a gift. When they end, the bearer of the gift must be honored for creating that which would otherwise have never been. The bearer of the gift is a conjurer, magicking out of thin air something unfractured and clean. Something defensible."
