Yoga, which I’ve been fairly disciplined about practicing, has been somewhat of a daemon bitch mistress of late. I’ve hit a wall. Actually, I hit this wall many moons ago, but now I’ve hit it so many times that I’m actually trying to befriend it. I’ve named it Clancy. Clancy the wall. I’m not improving much anymore. I’ll never be able to perform a lot of the basic poses without a small army of props. I kind of suck at yoga.
On the other hand, the impact Yoga has had on my life is tremendous. I no longer feel so fragile, and in turn, I’m a happier person. I no longer wake up with back pain. I’m attempting to come to terms with the fact that its about the journey, which will only end when I quit walking the path or cease to exist. Some days I’ll be proud of my accomplishments, and some I’ll feel inadequite. I’m usually sore, but that’s a nice reminder that I’m doing something difficult. There’s nothing else in my life that is so challenging where I keep at it with out taking steps forward. Maybe that’s part of the reward though. It feels real. It takes me out of my daily routine, and focuses my mind on some form of healthy torture.
Somehow, much of this applies to my music as well. I’ve been listening to a lot of music that both inspires me and makes me feel inadequate. I have to remind myself that its really about the journey. Without those feelings there were be no push to further myself and my art. Writing music will always be difficult.
This is the first time that I cut myself a lot of slack after finishing an album, and consequently I haven’t done much with music. I’ve resigned myself that if I’m going to create music, I’m going to have to face this “muddle through” period head on. I have to experience the frustration of not feeling the flow and having little direction. That’s what I’ve done every time I complete an album – and I guess floating by is not going to cut it this time. Or maybe it would, but I’m too impatient to see it through.
I was totally shocked to discover that Charlie Cooper, one half of Telefon Tel Aviv, just died a few days ago. He was 31. There are a few bands that have been blowing my mind during this fuzz “6.0” transitory period, and Telefon Tel Aviv has been #1. They have been in constant rotation in the past few months, to the point where I’m actually attempting to deconstruct their music. I always assumed that they’d be at the forefront of the IDM scene. Charlie Cooper was paving new musical ground, and I assumed he would be there to take my mind along for the ride. May he rest in peace.
My blog was hacked. Jordon pointed this out to me, and I was pissed. Then I realized this is what it is to be 13 year old boy in this day and age. I probably would have found it amusing if I was 13. It certainly has less negative impact then, say, playing with matches inappropriately.
But nonetheless, fuck you very much for hacking my blog, whomever you are.
I’ve wrestled it back under my control, with a little help from my best friend, the internet. Thank you, people who blog about what to do if your blog is hacked.
And for those dwindling few who read this blog through the website, I will eventually update the theme.
It was a real treat to catch Garaj Mahal at Yoshis, of all places. It’s truly my new favorite venue. I arrived a little before 8, sat down at a table right in front of the stage, was served a fabulous martini, and the audience was rapt, attentive and completely quiet during the 90 minute set. It was heaven.
These guys are so talented, and it was really special to see them in a venue where I didn’t need earplugs and could really focus all my attention on listening to the nuanced performance. They stretched out their songs with very deliberate slow entries, letting notes ring out through the hall before gradually, almost begrudingly, wound their way to their signature complex passages of sonic bliss. They have a new drummer, and man, his talent is off the richter scale. He can play the shit out of the drums, often in crazy synchopated rhythms. I was doing crazy mental arobics trying to connect the dots between his drumming and the other three musicians. Then he would sing, and MAN, could he sing. And the he scatted. Shiiiiit (not literally). It was unbelievable.
I hope they play there again, though I imagine that was a rare occation. Super glad I went.
We hosted a smallish party to celebrate the beginning of ’09.
It was nice.