Part of a continuing series.
Signs of recovery? Don't ask me, I'm not an economist.
Meanwhile, over at the other blog:
New Quadraphonnes.
Live Fight the Big Bull.
Old Industrial Jazz Group.
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Friday, July 31, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Faking it
Sometimes I feel like my whole career boils down to / can be summed up as a musical version of this.
Of course, I wonder if there is anyone working in jazz (or music) today who doesn't occasionally feel that way about their own stuff? Like we're all pale reflections?
Maybe, like marketers, all musicians are liars? Pay no attention to whatever's going on behind the curtain! Just buy my damned record!
Of course, in another sense, musicians speak the truth like nobody's business. Testifying is a key part of what we do. And it's a kind of truth you won't get anywhere else.
Sorry to be so cryptic this morning. I'm just free-associating between sips of coffee.
Of course, I wonder if there is anyone working in jazz (or music) today who doesn't occasionally feel that way about their own stuff? Like we're all pale reflections?
Maybe, like marketers, all musicians are liars? Pay no attention to whatever's going on behind the curtain! Just buy my damned record!
Of course, in another sense, musicians speak the truth like nobody's business. Testifying is a key part of what we do. And it's a kind of truth you won't get anywhere else.
Sorry to be so cryptic this morning. I'm just free-associating between sips of coffee.
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