If you lived in Troy, New York or any such winter-laden place, you would understand well why I've not written in some time. Spring came a bit early this year and after so many months of single digit temperatures, I have found it hard to take my relatively limited amount of free time, and use it sitting in front of this machine. There are also the facts that my wife has recently had eye surgery (she is doing quite well), we are moving back to the west coast in a matter of weeks, I am in pre-production on a new documentary which begins shooting in a matter of days, my finger is slowly healing from an aggressive though accidental dog bite, etc., etc., etc. (you will notice bandaged finger in above video).
Anyway, much going on these days. Though I feel like writing at the moment, the boxes (etc.) demand my attention. The above segment is from a 30 minute solo gig I did recently.
While walking the dog last night, I said to my wife that I have these fantastical moments wherein I wish that I could make a living doing this five nights a week. I know that most people probably find that idea rather absurd, and many likely find the music __________ or ____________, but that is mostly the product of a capitalist, consumer driven society, that has sadly come to value the homogenization of all things over that which requires devoted and focused attention. But I don't have time to elaborate at the moment. Woe is me.
