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Jun 17

Spent my evening learning the 12th Street Rag on a Recorder. Trial and Error, my friends… but eventually I’ll get it. And then I can proceed on my quest to make the Recorder sound cool and have it not be known as just that sad instrument everyone played during music class in Elementary school.

Jun 13

On the porch sippin’ ice tea.

Mar 26

Belle Nuit by Jacques Offenbach

Mar 24

Overture to La Traviata by Giuseppe Verdi. Melts me every time.

Mar 17

Feb 28

Micachu & The Shapes

Jan 3

The V Motion Project

Dec 3

Aaaaawwyeeeeeeah

Jul 18

Ooooooooh. Ja, bitte.

Jun 29

“And Shearing began to rock; a smile broke over his ecstatic face; he began to rock in the piano seat, back and forth, slowly at first, then the beat went up, and he began rocking fast, his left foot jumped with every beat, his neck began to rock crookedly, he brought his face down to the keys, he pushed his hair back, his combed hair dissolved, he began to sweat. The music picked up. The bass-player hunched over and socked it in, faster and faster, it seemed faster and faster, that’s all. Shearing began to play his chords; they rolled out of the piano in great rich showers, you’d think the man wouldn’t have time to line them up. They rolled and rolled like the sea. Folks yelled for him to ‘Go!’ Dean was sweating; the sweat poured down is collar. ‘There he is! That’s him! Old God! Old God Shearing! Yes! Yes! Yes!’” Jack Kerouac, “On the Road.”