Looking for Action

I’ve had a really good week, if not a little tiring. As I’ve been working on a bunch of tunes, it dawned upon me that this new album is starting to come together. Very little could put me in a better mood then that thought. I have maybe 6 songs that are compositionally complete, but will need more work until they are finished. A lot of them have parts composed for other instruments, so its all about finding musicians who are willing to come in to my studio and contribute. Another 3 are maybe half way done.

One of these songs has a three part flute harmony, so I began searching for a flutist, as referenced in earlier posts. My friend Hawk came over and recorded the parts. I learned a lot through the process. For example, I need to take into consideration long sequences of notes that have no break, as my sampler never runs out of breath. Anyway, after revisiting the recording session, I found that the material wasn’t really what I was looking for. The notes were all there, but the dynamics and tone were not. Hawk’s a great flute player, but more geared toward improvisational/jazz music. Stina suggested contacting Sarah Holzman. Sarah is the sister of my long time friend Jess. They both went to Oberlin. I had forgotten that Sarah studied flute at the Conservatory. So, I asked Sarah, and fortunately for me, she was willing to give it a go. She came over on Thursday. I said we’d need 3-4 hours to get through the material. We were done in an hour and a half. I had to scrape my jaw off the floor. It turns out she’s a full time flutist, and deservedly so. It was one of those recording sessions where I felt the magic. It was a lot of fun, to say the least.

So I was riding the best high when I woke up on Friday. I checked the recorded material – it was as good as I hoped it was. After spending most of the week cooped up my office/studio I was itching to go out for the night. Stina’s not much of a night person these days, what with the tri training. So I call around, no one really seems to have any plans, or at least, any plans that I can intrude upon. I talk to Matty, and he’s down to meet somewhere downtown for drinks on the way home from work. Since its nice and early still, Stina rallys and we meet up at my favorite chi-chi bar, Cosmo’s. Its one of the only places I’ll order a Mohito at. Its like 8 bucks, and its fantastic. So Matty, Amanda, Caryn, Stina and I have some fabulous drinks and some food. Stina takes off, and soon after everyones ready to head home, around 8ish. I call my buddy Adam, and he’s with a couple friends at wine party, so thats my new destination. Matty and Amanda even give me a lift over.

Now, the irony here is, I don’t enjoy wine. I think I might be allergic to sulfites or something. So, I’m now I’m heading over to a random wine party, where everyone was supposed to bring a bottle from a specific french vinyard. So I roll in, and everyone seems to be on their way to drunksville. This makes it very easy to interact with anybody, which I’m prone to do. I discover that a lot of people are here from some yahoo wine list, so they don’t know anyone else. After a couple longish random interactions, I decide I’d like something drink. Turns out there’s a corner store 15 feet away, and I pick up a bottle of Chimay. In the kitchen, I ask one of the hosts for a wine glass. Seems like they’re all out – could I use this beer mug? He has no idea I just came in with my Chimay. I feel that a higher power approves of what I’m doing, and now I’m the one dude in 40 people drinking beer, out of my beer mug, no less. I’m having a great time. I finally have a chance to catch up with Jesse.

Jesse is a friend for college who I played in a band with, along with Jason Parmar, who’s also at the party. When I think of my peak times in high school, I think of my high school band “Lunch”. Similarly, a lot of the best times were with our band “Harvest”. We were the ‘it’ jamband my senior year. We played a lot of parties, and a lot of good times ensued. I also took Economics with Jesse, and for some reason I had a natural aptitude for the subject. He struggled some, and I was happy to work with him. This is where I learned about his incredible focus. We would work for 45 mins, and I would be like, we should play video games or something. He would want to work for another hour or so. Despite his hippie-ish mannerisms, the man has discipline, and it willing to work hard to succeed. So for the last 6 years, he’s been working his ass off for a world beat label in San Francisco called six-degrees. In parallel, he’s started his own band, which is self named as JP Cutler. In the last couple months, he’s been transitioning out his job, and starting up his own publicity business. This is the first month where he’s finally working for himself. All his hard work, and bringing his A game to all the publicity and tour management he’s done is now paying off in dividends. He now has a bunch of choice projects, and amazingly enough the financial side of things are looking good as well. This is unbelievable for someone just starting out, but this is how you do it right. Building up a network of people, slowly over time, and proving yourself again and again. Now these people turn to Jesse, and actively recommend other people to use him. I’m so proud of him, and it so amazing to watch this happen. So we’re both there riding on incredible waves of positivity, getting rather drunk. Good fucking times.

There’s no music going on, and though I might not know whose apartment I’m in, I stopped caring a while ago. Adam, Jesse, Jason and I spring in action. Suddenly Dark Star is coming out of the living room stereo. I find the area where itunes controls the music, and quickly General Fuzz fills the other end of the party. I love it. I drink my beer, gaze at the expensive empty wines bottles strewn all over everywhere, and really soak in the randomness of it all.

We clean out the party. They want to go see Spearhead @ Mezzanine. Its midnight. I don’t really care for Micheal Franti (lead singer for Spearhead) – I feel like he hasn’t progressed his show at all since the first time I saw him. It’s a $25 dollar show. Whatever, I’ll cruise along with this crew and I can easily get home from Mezzanine when we get there. We park, and pass a fine pizza eatery on the way to the venue. Perfect. We show up, and I guess its late enough, cause they’re like, “it’s a benifit, and there’s a bowl for donations over there.” Awesome. We catch the last 25 minutes of Spearhead.

I don’t get to spend a lot of time with those guys, and its often special when I do. I had such a great night, and so glad I was able to connect with all of them. You can hear tracks which I collaborated with Jesse and Jason with. A track that I did with Adam is done and slated for the new album.




I am very fortunate to have a job which allows me to work from home quite a bit. On the otherhand, I’m a social person by nature, so I do get a bit lonely. I also have a tendency to talk/sing a lot, especially when no one’s around. Yesterday I talked with a french accent for like 4 hours. So instead of letting all this brilliant dialog go to waste, I have two pet rats which soak it all up: Whitey and Fimo. I often just refer to them as woogers. It works as both a singular and plural reference. Sometimes I call them kitten. Dave finds this amusing since he sometimes calls his cats monkey. Circle of life.

So, through the brilliance of digital camera’s and the WWW, I bring you a couple of shorts:

Here’s Fimo getting a little air:
Here’s Whitey grabbing BIG air (notice she actively enjoys this as she comes tearing back to me):
This is how I’ve trained them to come to me:
They’re real cute when they eat.



The Raconteurs

San Francisco was blessed with another gorgeous day yesterday, so we headed into GG park for a BBQ in the afternoon. Around 5ish, when many of the BBQs had already wrapped up, a four piece cover band randomly setup across the field from us and provided ample entertainment. It was like a testament to San Francisco in the 60’s, where the music was as free as the love. Then again, since I paid $40 to see the Raconteurs later in the evening, I don’t want to conjecture what love will cost me. Which brings an excellent tangent to mind:

Jason Haber and I were present together when we saw a commercial for the new urban comedy: Love Don’t Cost a Thang. It looked like a such a rip off of Can’t Buy Me Love that we thought it would be fun to see them back to back. Low and behold, I ran across the urban remake in the video store and an evening plan was formed. What we didn’t know is that the same screen writer did both movies – so it wasn’t just a rip off – it was a modernized remake of the exact same film. This actually made our watching experience so much better, since a lot of scenes were duplicated but modernized. We could do a scene by scene analysis. It was most amusing. No question – the original is much better.

I was turned on to the Raconteurs by Mike Ducey while I was home in Boston. It’s Jack White’s new band apart from the White Strips. I believe they are old high school friends that all play music for a living. They recently put out their debut album. It has a huge 70’s Led Zeppelin feel to it, and the song writing is superb. Its gets in your head. I like it very much.

So, I headed out to the Warfield with pizza and FattyT in my stomach, a little worn from all the shows and intensity of the past week. The crowd was absolutely generic and sort of unclassifiable. It was a bunch of white folks who were happy to shell out $40 to see a show. While I totally fit that profile, I miss my hippie brethren. All the shows the week were devoid of the hippies – with one surprising exception. At almost all the hippie shows I go to, there is a larger, older, Jerry Garcia looking dude. And I mean every hippie show. Even though I’m a friendly guy, quick to make banal conversation with whomever’s near me, I consciously decided not to interact with this guy, simply because I like the mystery. It’s comforting to see him at the shows. It gives me hope that I can become that guy in my later years. Anyhow, I was totally shocked and bemused to spot him at the Thievery Corporation show, amongst the trend setters and upscale raver community.

I’ve never seen the White Stripes. In fact, I’m not such of fan of the minimal music, though I do respect the song writing. Therefore, I’ve never seen Jack White perform before. He’s freaking awesome. An absolute monster. He has complete control of his guitar and voice, and has such a rock star flair to him. He’s someone you want to see now, while he’s young and in his prime. Seeing the Raconteurs was reminiscent of seeing the Black Crows on one of their early tours – they’re young, a little crazy, and just on top of their game. I did see the Crow’s recently at the Fillmore – a great show with incredible musicians – but they don’t have the frenetic energy that you have when you are young and really starting to make it big.

I felt like seeing The Raconteurs was as close as I’ll ever get to seeing a young Led Zeppelin. They all rock hard, and the songs are written in that 70’s style. Great rhythmic change ups and hooks. No melodic surprises, but I don’t feel like they were trying to break new ground. It was like they were extending upon an era which has kinda slipped away. Everything was hit with precision and intensity. Solo’s were brief but fierce. Vocals were spot on. Jack White is the alpha male, and I fully endorse that. They played all the songs off their album and were done. The album is mebbe 45 mins long and they played about 80 mins. This was all fine with me – it was Sunday and I had a great 80 mins. Definitely looking forward to more albums from these guys.



Karma balance

Well, this weekend has been a little bit of karma balancing in my universe. Exhausted as I was on Friday, I somehow found inner motivation to go out to see Raw Deluxe play sets inbetween some chocolate syrup wrestling in a posh SoMA club.

I arrived at the club at 10, since I knew Raw Deluxe was playing their first set around 10:30. They took my money. Then the said I couldn’t see the show till midnight, unless I was eating my $70 per person supper. Fuck that. After the door man and I exchanged some not so light banter, I took off, exhausted and a little pissed. On the bright side, I have now passed initiation and may join ranks with Dave, with such postings as:


I wandered around SoMA (south of Market) for a bit to take in the scene. A lot of limos, and people really dressed up waiting in lines to get into clubs/bars. Sounds like my kind of fun, only you’d have the replace the lines with water slides, and club/bars with a giant chocolate syrup pool full of scantily clad ladies playing “ball tag” with the supper club door man.

Its been unreasonably beautiful outside this whole week. Normally summer in the sunset = intense fog, and maybe that will be the case soon. Rachel and I wandered down to the annual Fat Tire bike festival in GG park yesterday. Caught some fun aphrodesia. Had a fantastic cold FattyT. Rachel’s friend had a great dane who literally liked sit in peoples laps.

Then, another friend had a dog that barfed up lunch (looked like snausages). Seemed like the right time to depart.

Last night I went to see the Album Leaf @ Cafe Du Nord. Haber turned me on to them. I’m a big fan – very serene, sparse, composed music, where a rhodes (electric piano) is often the lead. The drummer often overlayed bigger beats on top of their music during their live show, and I thought about how to apply that approach when I might play chill general fuzz tracks. I also really like Cafe Du Nord cause they have Murphy’s Irish Stout on tap. Yum. Unfortunately it was really muggy in the club and Album Leaf didn’t take the stage til almost midnight. I lasted till 1.



Thievery Corporation

So . . after attempting to use the blogging medium as a form of therapy, Stina returned from her daily torture. We talk and she came up with a couple other things that might be contributing to my lack of sleeping. Then I frantically make dinner, eat a little, and Sarah swings by in her cute red bug mobile. We pick up a bunch of folks and have a the worlds smallest caravan consisting of said bug and a motorcycle down to the Concourse. This is my first time there. And hopefully my last (but unlikely – I go where the shows are). It was a long hanger like warehouse space where the top and walls were all medal and the ground was thin rug. That’s means the acoustics were crap, especially because the insane bass levels they started out with. Credit to the sound duder – he did eventually reign in the bass. Ooh, that’s a good album name: reign in the bass.

The crowd was unlike anything I had ever seen. There was at least 3500 people there, and there were probably slightly more women then men. A lot of these women were totally done up – in tight expensive dresses, heels, the whole package. Nothing wrong with that, but it definitely felt like I part of a “scene”. Where the hell did these women come from? The marina? They clearly effectively marketed this show to the right people – because they showed up in force.

I had thirst, so I took a page out of the book of Stina. Her dad is the most observant person I’ve ever met, and he’s passed a lot of his wisdom down to his daughter. A simple fact is that crowds are predictable. The bars were on the sides, which you had to walk up stairs to get to. When you go up the stairs, you walk to the bar. There’s a shitload of people. What I learned to do is walk past the bar and keep going. There’s usually a second bar. I went half way down the second bar and got in line in the middle. My hand achieves beer 2 minutes later. Thus endith the lesson.

I’m not sure I can objectively judge the show. I had some angst to burn so I fucking got down. I was groovin all night pretty hard. I’ve seen them once before – this was a far better show. They have a full band going along with the DJ. They have a cast of singers – a couple ladies who wowed me, and some reggae duders who effectively pumped up the crowd. I knew a bunch of the songs they played. When I listen to TC in the car its mostly background music. I was somewhat amused to be shakin my thang to the same tunes. Their music is less repetitive live – they change it up and take advantage of the 5-6 band members. It not nearly as sparse as it on the albums – but some of that is the bass in your face in the crowd.

Right when I was starting to fade, they finished up their set. Perfect. It wasn’t even midnight. I’m old. I’m ok with that.




Well, I’m kind of a mess right now. I haven’t been sleeping or eating much this week, and I’m not sure why. I feel like I started this week on such a high from last weeks shows. I do have sleep issues which rear their ugly head fairly regularly. I think a lot of my insomniac tendencies arise from underlying emotional issues that I’m not confronting. I have a weird mind – I don’t always face all that’s going on inside, but it always comes back to haunt me. I’m probably not unique in this way.

I had a tough time when I was growing up. My absolute lack of eye hand coordination coupled with my learning disabilities meant I was never going to fit in. I didn’t really start to hit my stride till late high school, where I started forming an identity with some amount of self confidence. At Oberlin I was able to flourish, finally relieved from the bonds of my adolescent peers. I was actually dating Stina (my now wife) when I went to Oberlin. She was a year younger, and joined me the following year. Things did not bode well for us after our first semester together, and the breakup was truly the low point in my life. It was fucking terrible. It dragged on and took a heavy toll. That was the first time I seriously faced insomnia, although I haven’t been the best sleeper all my life. I eventually dealt with that breakup by shutting down a lot of my emotional self as a kind of self defense mechanism. It was really that bad.
Now I feel you should have an understanding of how Stina and I ended up married. We didn’t communicate with each other for over 2 years after that. We had a lot of growing up to do, and we definitely needed to cut ties to accomplish that. We both entered and exited several relationships during that time. We ended up living in the same dorm my Senior year. During that year we were able to slowly reconstruct the underlying friendship that initially brought us together. After I graduated and my current relationship ended, we discovered that we still had strong feelings for each other. So we kinda got back together and then six years or so later we got married. That was a good time.

Anyways, I was an emotional wreck growing up, and very emotional at that. As I started becoming comfortable with myself, I started reining in some of those emotions. Again, I imagine that’s not so uncommon. Yet, turning off a lot of that emotion after our initial breakup those wasn’t so healthy. I’ve really struggled to be more self aware in last 5 years. I actually have to stop everything I’m doing and really take an objective look at whats going on. I’m always doing stuff. When I’m not, I want to be entertained by TV, books, etc.

Usually my insomnia is triggered by unpleasant emotional issues that I’m not consciously dealing with. Thus, I unconsciously deal with it with physical unrest. On the other hand, I’m not always able to understand the motivation behind my insomnia many times. After a couple nights of shitty sleep, I take the cue and try to figure out what’s bothering me. Like now. And I’m not really sure what it is.

One thing that has been bothering me more is environmental issues. This is really atypical. I don’t really think about “issues”. They are too huge in scope and often not tangible enough for me to really focus on. War sucks. I know. But I’m don’t spend a lot of mental cycles worrying about it. Nor Politics. I focus my energies on the community of people I know. Those are the people I want to help out and actively attempt to create a positive environment with. For some reason, global warming started entering my stratosphere of caring 6 months ago. Probably from all the media attention it’s gotten. Then I move on to trash and how wasteful we are, and where all this trash goes. Erin did a nice blog posting on plastics, and so I learned more about how awful plastic is. It’s not like I’m radically changing my lifestyle so that I’m totally environmental friendly. Far from it. But I’m aware of how often I throw shit out. I’m trying to recycle/reuse more, but I could do much much more. I probably won’t, mostly because of how difficult it is to do so.

Another thing is age. I’m not so sad about getting older. I don’t see 30 as this terrifying thing. In fact, there’s a lot I like about it. Along with me getting is older is my folks getting older. Stina’s folks getting older. Thats harder. I also feel like there’s a ticking clock until babies start entering my life. That terrifies me in a lot of ways. I’m blessed that Stina and I are on the same page in terms of wanting them. That is to say: not now, but eventually. Probably. Almost certainly, really.

I’m so selfish in how I want to spend my time. I love having a good time, and am very proactive about making it happen. I also derive so much satisifaction from creating music. Its way more then a hobby – its a passion. It would be so hard to give that up. I know I don’t have to give it up completely, but unless I’m doing it as profession, it’s gonna take a serious back seat for a long long time with children in my life. Doing it as a profession is not really that realistic. I’m a software engineer by day, and that really helps pay the bills. Not to mention that I do like the whole computer programming thing. I’m pretty good at it. There’s some interesting/fun challenges in there. But in no way am I passionate about it. And then there’s the whole moving back east for children, which I’m also not feeling so good about. I think I posted about this earlier.

On the otherhand, shouldn’t this all spur me on to enjoy my life right now ever more? Push me to take advantage of all that I’ve got? I’m not a terribly motivated person – I tend to surf life more then push myself to the limits and see what I’m capible of. I think I’m ok with that. Mebbe I need to do more. Who’s to say.

I’m unsure of what’s going on inside my head right now, but I figure it’s gotta be a healthy thing to write this out. Anyways, this is good prep for going to see Theivery Corperation in an hour . . :) Another 3 show weekend for Jimmy. You can read all about it as it unfolds. I like the blog. I’m glad I got started. Thanks for motivation, my blogging friends. You rock.




Last night I cruised up to Sausalito to take in Tropozone. It is a collection of musicians which blend electronic and organic elements to take the listener on little journeys through the mind. Or, at least that’s what I took away from it.

The show was at the Cobalt Sun gallery, which is a smallish warehouse space transformed into a performance/art space by Lynn Augstein. As I walked in, I was smacked across the head with tranquility. It was like a cartoon, where outside is a big warehouse and inside is the secret garden of serenity. People talked very quietly with each other as ambient music breezed around the room. I was feeling good. People were friendly. There was a definite sense of community – a lot of these people knew each other. I had enough entry points in to that community that I felt like I belonged there, even though I’d never been there before.

Tropozone materialized. There were 7 – 8 of them, using instruments such as didgeridoos, percussion instruments, pan flute, and a huge hollow wooden round guitar. These were nestled next to folks with synthesizers. One guy used a guitar to control a synthesizer. Dwight Loop, who is the founder of Tropozone, had a couple keyboards and a laptop, which he used to sort of conduct the ensemble. He uses Live, the same software I use to compose my tracks. This is a great demonstration of how versatile a tool Live is – it can be used in both a performance and studio setting.

Each song seemed like an improvisation on top of a bed of sound. It was chill to the extreme. I felt like I was sinking into the ground a couple times. It never got too busy with all the musicians on stage – there was a lot of listening going on. Every once in a while someone would read a poem or a chant. Occationally there was singing/breathing.

Something I haven’t mentioned is that all these performers were male. During the second song, Sara (or Stara, her performance name) joined the ensemble. This was no a small occurrence.

A little background on Sara: I was blessed to hear her perform @ Spectraball with Tropozone. I have been looking for a vocalist like her to collaborate with for many years. Fortunately for me, she was willing to do so. We have been working on an track together for the last couple months. It’s getting near done, and its a stellar track. So it’s been great fun working with her and getting to know her. An incredible lady.

Sara comes out in an insane red dress. She’s wearing a long feather out of one ear. She looks absolutely stunning. And she does her thing, along with everyone else. It sounds fantastic. I sink deeper into the ground. I’m starting to grasp the notion of sacred space – because that’s what I feel is being created. Time has no meaning. I’m able to do a lot of great thinking. I keep coming back to the idea that it would sweet to collaborate with these performers.

After the performance, I start talking with folks. I’m introduced to a violinist who’s looking to branch out. I talk to the guy who brought 20 didgeridoos with him. That how he rolls. The fact that I’m working with Sara gives me a lot of street cred with these folks. I get all inspired and excited. A fantastic Sunday, by all accounts.

We’ll see what pans out. All I know is: right now, my life is all about music, and it feels. Good. It feels so good. (I’ve been listening to Jamaroquoi’s “A Funk Odyssey” a bunch lately. You should too.) JJ came over and played some bass on Friday. Hawk brought his flute over on Sunday afternoon. I’m seriously working on 3 songs right now.

I even saw Pearl Jam and Sonic Youth on Saturday. You don’t see a big write up about that show – because it was exactly what you think it was. A huge rock show. Everyone can still sing/play. I strangely enjoyed listening to Dave SG poorly sing “alive” over and over again in the stairwell.

I can now contrast the PJ ($50) show with the Everyone Orchestra (a benifit show- $20 donation) and Tropozone ($12). The biggest difference is how you feel as an audience member. At both Everyone Orchestra and Tropozone I felt like I was experiencing something special. Something exciting. Everyone went on a journey together, sink or swim. The emotions that were evoked were more genuine – because the feelings were a direct reflection of how the artists were feeling. PJ was more about going to a big rock show – pure entertainment, which I absolutely enjoy as well. I simply don’t walk away inspired from PJ though.

It was also amazing to see two groups that had so much in common a couple days apart. The type of music created and the methodology was completely different, but the idea of organized improvised spaces were the same.



The Everyone Orchestra

Last night Rachel and I went to go check out the Everyone Orchestra @ the Independent. I wanted to go for 2 reasons:

1. Tia, who I assume is the tour manager, is someone Stina recently worked with on an Artsfest event @ city hall. Tia rocks. She knows her shit. She radiates energy. She took Stina under her wing, and it was cool to watch Stina just soak up as much knowledge as possible. She’s tight with Matt Butler (the conductor of said Orchestra) and has spoken very highly about the group.

2. Asher is playing keyboards in the Orchestra. He plays keys and laptop in the live electronic duo “Surrounded by Ninjas” amongst other projects. I first ran into him a year ago @ High Sierra Music Fest because my friend Noah highly recommended I check out their set. I’m glad I did – it was the highlight of my festival experience. I stuck around as they were breaking down and they seemed like really nice guys. I recently saw them for a second time at Jupiter (a great Berkeley brewery), and was again really impressed with his mad keyboard skills. I’m hoping to convince him to come into my studio sometime when he’s in SF and have him throw down on a track or two. It would be sick.

So off we went, knowing virtually nothing about the ensemble. What we learned is that it is a constantly rotating cast of characters – all super competent musicians who are well versed in the art of listening. It could be completely different players every time you see them, except for the conductor. So there were maybe 11 musicians on the stage. Guitars, bass, drums, vocals, horns, etc. There was a cool looking electric harp (and rather beautiful harpist). One dude would whip out his sax every once in while to great effect, or use his looper to build interesting vocal ensembles. Every song was completely improvised. The styles ranged from jazz to funk to dancehall and everywhere in between.

This rendition of the orchestra featured Steve Kimock on guitar. Kimock is a musician’s musican. He has the capacity to totally blow my mind. Fortunetly, he did that a couple times last night. I often find myself closing my eyes when he’s playing.

Matt Bulter stands in the middle of everyone and uses his entire body to conduct the musicians. He has a bunch of place cards which he holds up as well a white board which he writes instructions on. Like “Speed up”. Or “AHH . . . “. Then everyone ahh’d. And much like you’d expect, the results are totally varied. Sometimes amazing, sometimes a train wreck. More often then not, its fairly exciting to see whats going to happen. Matt gave lots of space for Kimock to shine, which made the whole thing often awe inspiring. The best thing is that when Kimock is really finding his groove, he has his eyes shut. So every once in while Matt would be frantically trying to get his attention. Humor.

I was also fairly honed into Asher, since I hadn’t seen him play in other ensembles and was interested to see a different side to his musicality. Once again I was really impressed, but not so surprised to be so. The whole thing was a lot of fun, and I’m very glad I went. I even picked up a sweet poster.

So, at one point during set 1, I headed to the pisser. It was deserted. As I leave said deserted pisser, I run into Hawk walking in. Hawk is a flute player whom I’m going to start working with on a new general fuzz track. In fact, I’m going to start working with him on Sunday. So, that’s kinda random. Oh, and his girl friend manages Surrounded by Ninjas. Also, apparently Asher has worked with Tia many times in the past. So now there is one circle that I have weird multiple entry points into.

Unrelatedly, I just made up a new word. You just read it. It also allows me to transition to Jordan’s tastefully posh birthday party on Wednesday. Jordon’s former band mate Ben, who was in attendance, is the bass player for New Monsoon. Ben’s wife Carolyn, also in attendance, grew up in Newton. We learned that we were in the same high school class, although she went to South, I went to North. It turns out her Aunt Lynn is Dwight Loops partner up in Marin. Dwight Loop performed with his troupe Tropozone @ Spectraball (another artsfest event) in the same room that I did. Recently, I’ve been working with Sara, who does vocals in Tropozone, on a couple tracks. Now there is yet another random connection into the Cobalt Sun posse. I’m going up there for the first time on Sunday to see Tropozone perform.

It really feels like my world is getting smaller, and I like it.