equilibrium

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Wow.  I’ve been away for a while now.  I was on a nice little plateau there, with the flurry of childhood stories, and then when Stepdad died, I got thrown into the whirlwind of feelings and thoughts, as well as a low-level ‘malaise’ (my friend’s term) that made me feel listless and unmotivated to do anything.  It took me almost a month to remember to pay my rent, for example, even though I had the money and everything.  I cleaned house for the first time in weeks yesterday; what a difference that made.

IrishBand had an amazing EP release show last Friday, which also helped with my mood, although the show left me completely physically exhausted for the next couple of days after that.  It was the good kind of exhaustion, though, the kind where you feel like you’ve got something to show for your hard work.

I was still feeling weird on Halloween, and I almost gave it a miss.  One of my friends invited me to the Erotic Ball that takes place every year, but I declined.  “It’s not my thing,” I told her.  “Ever, or just right now?” she asked.  “Ever,” I said, and smiled a little so I didn’t sound harsh.  “It’s just. . .not my thing.”  A couple of my friends who were checking up on me said that I should really go out that night, instead of just sitting home and ruminating.  So I did.  I didn’t dress up, but I did go to a party.  I arrived when the party was in full swing, so it took a little while to adjust to the craziness.  The hostess was glad I came, but she told me that I really should have a costume – since everyone else did – and that she could probably scrounge something up for me.  She said, “How about a hat?”  Sounds great.  She went into her room and came out with a cool fedora.  “How about a really big camera?”  How about it?  She reached into her closet and pulled down a serious thirty-five-millimeter camera with a huge lens on it, and put it around my neck.  “Awesome,” I said.  “instant photojournalist.”  At a certain point, we trundled through the pouring rain to a nearby bar to continue the celebration.  The place was completely dead until the twenty-five of us rushed in.  We soaked the clean floor, and a few people spilled drinks, and some even broke glasses.  It was pandemonium.  There were two Snookies in our group, one of whom was a guy.

He wore the requisite wig and gold sparkle dress, and even made a point of telling us that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.  It turned out later that he didn’t need to tell us that, because we found out for ourselves when the dress slipped off at the bar.  A couple of us looked over at one point to see a bare ass hanging out of the top of the dress.  Niiiiiice.  Right after that, someone narrowly made it outside the front door to throw up, so we figured the party had hit critical mass.  We took a few group photos and called it good.  And yes, I’m glad I was there.

The moral of all this is that I’m starting to feel my equilibrium returning, and you can expect to see BFS&T return to its usual self very soon as well.

Underwood

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Lately I’ve been toying with the idea of blogging with my antique Underwood typewriter and scanning pictures that I print from my digital camera.  I think it’d look awesome, but the amount of work involved might prove to be prohibitive, especially for some of the lengthy dreams I tend to have.  Perhaps a different blog (with shorter entries) would be a better outlet for that particular endeavor. . .?  I’m not sure, but I’ll certainly keep you posted as I attempt to work out the details.

Super what? Super whatev.

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Well.

This is the infamous Super Bowl Sunday, and I for one could not care less about that.  In fact, if it wasn’t for Twitter, I wouldn’t have known that today is the day.   That’s how little I follow sports.

I know what I said a couple of weeks ago about how ‘the hiatus is over’ and all that, but life seems to have gone into overdrive since then, and I haven’t had two minutes to rub together to write anything new.

Two weekends ago, I went to Waldport, Oregon to spend the weekend with a childhood friend whose job is about to end, which will force him to move away from that pretty little town.  (Photos to come, as soon as I get the chance to go through them.)

IrishBand has a friend who’s creating an animated video for one of our songs, and it’s tremendous!  It should be done within a couple of weeks, and then I’ll be able to share it here.  It’s been quite a process, and very exciting to watch it all come together.  We needed to create an ‘intro’ section for it (you’ll see what I mean) that featured the sound of the band setting up their instruments and tuning up and whatnot.  Since two of the band members are busy in school, we weren’t able to schedule a rehearsal, so I set up the instruments (drums, bass, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, and cello played up high to simulate a violin) in my living room and recorded them using one microphone to simulate a camera person walking in and recording us that way.  (Photos to come, once I have a chance to go through them.)

I spent last weekend in Seattle to see a pipe organ concert at my brother’s church and to celebrate BabyNiece’s first birthday.  It was really fun, and super cute, and a bit stressful all at the same time.  (Photos to come, as soon as I get the chance to go through them.)  I drove back late Saturday night so that I could attend the Oregon Symphony the next afternoon.  They were featuring Jean-Philippe Collard performing Ravel’s beautiful Piano Concerto for the Left Hand, which I love and didn’t want to miss.  (Extra-special thanks to Kelly V. for making it possible for me and my companion to go!)  Hmm. . .’companion’ makes it sound like I’m gay, which I’m not.  For the record, my companion was a girl.

Anyway.

I couldn’t find a video of Collard playing the Left Hand, but here’s one of  him playing a similar piece by Ravel, for solo piano.

It was an incredible and beautiful show.  The orchestra started with a piece by Thomas Adés called “Powder Her Face”, which was very colorful and enchanting.  Next up was the Ravel concerto, followed by Gustav Holst’s “Egdon Heath” and one of the lesser-known Mozart symphonies, number thirty four.   The Ravel was the only piece either of us (and I daresay the majority of the audience, as well) was familiar with.  I love the way the conductor, Carlos, Kalmar, chooses music for his programs.  This is the second one I’ve seen so far this season, and he likes to blend the familiar with the unfamiliar in an intriguing way.

Speaking of the Oregon Symphony, next season promises to be world-class.  Yo-Yo Ma, Joshua Bell, Hillary Hahn, Emmanuel Ax, Lang Lang. . .and that’s not even close to a complete list.  We are in for a treat multiple treats!

I had the opportunity to play with two nationally-known songwriters this week, in the same venue, on different days.  The first was Tony Furtado (a friend with whom I play fairly regularly) and the second was Dan Bern, who I had just met earlier in the day, when I helped my friend John by engineering and sort of co-hosting a podcast for KZME Radio called Hello Cruel World.  This was the second time I’ve had the opportunity to do that, the first being a couple weeks prior, when we interviewed an excellent new songwriter from Seattle named Tamara Power-Drutis.  Anyway, we were talking with Dan about the times we’ve seen him in concert.  John mentioned to Dan that I play accordion and multiple other things, and Dan asked if I know his music.  “Yes, I do,” I answered.  He asked, “Do you want to come play at the show tonight?”  “Absolutely!”

This picture was taken during the song God Said No.

So yeah, between the multiple out-of-town trips, the stellar gigs, the birthday parties and the nights out, it’s been quite a fun couple of weeks.  Now I’m off to meet a friend for dinner, and tomorrow I’ll be mixing some more songs for IrishBand.

I’m off of blogging hiatus, but we’ll see how long it takes before I have time to write again.  I don’t imagine it’ll be this long.

machine

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I’m kind of obsessed with this song lately.  I first heard it when my friend played it on his radio show one night.  The singer’s voice sounded familiar, and the pianist clearly had classical chops.  I was mesmerized, and I called my friend at the station to find out who that was.  It turned out to be a new song by Regina Spektor called “Machine.”

The song’s subject matter and the detached quality of Regina’s perfomance always remind me of a beautiful, enigmatic and very dark anime series called Serial Experiments:  Lain, which I recommend whole-heartedly, although I would add the caveat that its darkness and strangeness is not for everyone; certainly not for the faint of heart.

[UPDATE:  Click on the picture, and that will take you to the first episode of the show.]

In other news, I spent this last weekend at the coast for a much-needed getaway.  It allowed me, among other things, the luxury of enough time away from all of the usual nonsense, so that I could cut out the noise and think about the people and things that are important to me, and one of them was this blog.  I needed some time away from it to appreciate how much I enjoy having this particular outlet, and you’ll be glad to know that I plan to write much more often, like I used to.

The hiatus is officially over.

best of BFS&T, 2009 edition

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In no particular order (Actually, they’re in reverse chronological order):

veni, vedi, vici

not quite there yet

Ethiopian wedding

Hydrox

George Harrison

beach trip

halfway through

the mental game of music

synchronicity

still don’t smoke

quite a group

lovely day in Seattle

Amen

happy as we are, thank you

Silver Falls

Port Townsend trip

dream girl

non-nostalgic nostalgia

wedding, play, garden, hike, learning

Of Yakima and Feces

the Oriental Chicken

Catherine Burton (Bunton?), R.I.P.

Oceanside

mona lisa

lots of big musical news, and links galore

a very coherent narrative

what if it is?

apples and bananas

cello scrotum

by way of example

flirtation versus pedantry

communication breakdown

Enjoy!