I’m just reading the new york times article about artists getting more and more lost in looking for studio space.
dammit people: the gentrification and hipster movement, going more and more into fake directions, hollow shells of non- or pseudo-existence, without realizing more and more of the separation from art means something: something really bad and terrible is happening!
without art, nothing would really mean anything at all anymore. art allows us the freedom to look at a tree in the park, a curbside brick, a cup of coffee, someone’s dropped cigarette butt in a poetic translation of what the object would be defined as. It’s a gift of an additional filter of perception that transforms the “everyday” objects around us into whatever we want to make of them. And that allows us to look at art per se in a different way, individually, individuated, real, alive, and that is really something that goes across the board: music, sculpture, painting, multi-faceted spoken word broken down garbage re-conceptualization, without which it has always been obvious our world would just be dull. Especially in the city.
I’m too furious to really find words in the right order to put this out there, but there must be a way to simply reboot the concept of reality for everyone so that this ridiculous hunger for money, greed, simply stops: the reason new york is where everyone wants to live is the art here. And we’re not noticing that it’s being gentrified right out of the city. We all know the stories of the west village, soho, east village, etc., but when are we going to be able to wake up and stop it? and how?
In my opinion there is a possibility of voting for an anti-hipster law, meaning anyone who is going to buy and rent out some old block of bricks should be deterred from doing so without offering 60% of the space to professional artists. That’s easy, right? considering 35000 square foot buildings earn a profit of 2 billion a year the landlord should be perfectly happy with 40% of that, right? or is that not enough anymore? what can anyone do with that much money????????????
So many things going on, so much less time to catch up, because all of those things end up in your palm, visible on the smartphone, which was supposed to give us more time to do things that we should be doing…playing music, going out, hanging out with actual friends, in actual places. what a crazy world.
I used to have answers, now there are no more answers. Why can’t the athletes and countries and the public simply boycott the olympics? Being fed information about human torture, among other clear violations of basic human rights, going on in order to prepare Sochi for the great spectacle does not seem to make a difference at all.
Our personal time should go to personal consciousness, raising the level of awareness as to what we are doing and why to the best of our ability to process that information. If that were universally applied, wow what a difference that would make.
Buying things in containers that are reusable. OR bulk and bring your own container.
Using a bag as a toilet and throwing the paper in with the waste, then throwing that in a garbage. Or use it as fertilizer if it happens to be handy. Eat food that makes your waste clean.
Finding someone to help every day, that takes no effort at all in a big city, just say yes to one of the throngs of people in need of help, then getting that person to help someone else. Domino effect goodness, it becomes viral in the physical universe.
Make music. Everyone, every day, sing a song, clap your hands, get people to join you. Do that in the post office standing on line …
as part of the C.O.M.A. series curated by Blaise Siwula, this trio features Bob Feldman, saxophone, Michael Evans, drums, and Jonas Tauber, bass. In a series of shorter pieces based on concrete-ish concepts we’ve been developing during regular thursday rehearsals … enjoy!
damn. cold. really. my alpine experience tells me it’s around -25 celsius, walking the dog and not feeling my hands after about one minute. that tingling feeling I last felt at 3600m on the way up the Mönch, in Bern, Switzerland. Totally dramatic addition of very high gusty winds, and now that we’re on the 5th floor corner it’s whistling around our heads, really beautiful sound. I hope people know how to stay warm, or at least not freeze, and all the best for when it passes on to summer weather in about six hours. it was only ten hours ago that it was spring warmth, foggy, I wonder if any of this is ringing bells for anyone else? Change is good, though, thought provoking, making things move, e-motion, all good things come from movement … a huge, HUGE shout out to Oz Noy and his killer trio (Keith Carlock / Will Lee) which provided movement in every way, every song, every statement, solo, groove. Thanks.
Yes. Definitely loving playing bass tonight at the very interesting and progressively staged The Dwarf performance — at 222 East 46th Street (by the way, parking just across the street is great, cash only $14 for the evening!) in The Blue Building…be prepared to follow the cast through the story, all the way to Mexico!!
when drinking a cup of coffee, imagine the 7 billion plus people on this planet all drinking a cup of coffee … that’s a lot of coffee. what if they all used a styrofoam cup? same for flushing the toilet, eating a hamburger, and so on … staggering!
soon. soon. it’s on the way. the new on line concept of a solo bass set of improvisations. soon. promise. I wanted it done this year, it’s important for this year. life always steps up with its own agenda, but this will end up on top. promise. soon.
meanwhile take care of each other and of our collective mother ship, the earth. we can do it, you know, we are fully capable and intelligent enough to realize that this is the only planet we have, it’s like our own apartment, and we should treat it just like we treat our own living space. that’s what it is …
An evening of improvised music until the new quintet I am conceptualizing for using room and space movement in a way I haven’t quite determined yet, but should be very intriguing…and fun, in a sort of twisted backward way…come check it out or tell friends. This is a cool spot to come see and hear some great sounds and concepts anyway, the COMA series curated by the great Blaise Siwula.
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urban organics!!!!!! feels like I’ve never tasted kale before this :) and we’re not even all the way through the box…check them out, for sure, so cool that almost ritual like process of washing produce for the week, deciding in that process what can and will be cooked, so awesome!
yes. buy tickets. it will certainly be worth it, and this should lead to interesting other bands as well that are part of this festival…
help support new music! otherwise the status quo of tired and aging multi grammy winners succumbs to the multi national status quo ‘usual suspects’ mentality and that, within any creative field, is the signal to the end of it all.
meltdown pending. life snafu. totally amazing. exciting. nuts. prolific. need to play more…looking forward to tomorrow evening at Sofia’s / another hit with the fantastic Kyoko Oyobe which will hopefully have the appropriate therapeutic effect! Stop by and have a beer :)
maybe I should start a different kind of blog which will represent a bit more stream of consciousness material coming from my random access memory, the real one…
It became suddenly clear to me that time and space is not what we have thought so far, at least from what I have read and understand about relativity. Time and Space being related is obvious, but in talking to a new friend it dawned on me that time is CREATED from the physical motion of a body through space. So back far enough when there was energy soup and no physical bodies there was no such thing as time. Calling it imaginary time is a mathematical construct and a cheap shot, just because we can’t fathom such a thing as no time. Just because we’ve made it a habit doesn’t make it necessary, time is completely arbitrary and created from scratch, as it were. The rotation of the earth and it’s path around the sun were measured and divided into pieces and that’s what we call time. And it’s the point of view from which we measure the age of the universe. Wouldn’t it create a much easier pathway to all kinds of astrophysical measurement if we treated time as an arbitrary concept? Besides removing all kinds of stress from daily life (work schedule, appointments, trains, buses, air travel…) having the control over time on a mundane visceral level provides for a completely new way of looking at age. Going deeply into that concept brings out that which we all mention more or less subconsciously, “he looks 29”, “I don’t feel 45”, “seems like he’s been around for hundreds of years”, “age is just a number”
well, it’s true, our fascination with numbers and divisions and thus age and time makes us a slave to something that just doesn’t really exist. Let’s all join together and abolish time as the slave driver it should have never become, instead disregard time completely and thus become completely involved in the NOW (oops…time based language…) - actually, that chunk of consciousness, the piece of awareness, given to the moment (oops…time…again) I mean space, the place where we are. This place is occupied by my own consciousness. Interesting to try and write without time-based language. Crazy, actually, when you start to notice it (“when”…shit) … maybe better just to say it’s crazy to notice how much of our language is based in time. Whew. We are here. I am here. Not in the now, that doesn’t exist either (thoughts on linear and continuous time movement will make you crazy pretty fast). Just being. Here. In this place. Occupying this space. Being present. Being. Creating, thus, everything else out of that presence.