I love to make music.
I am making a lot of it (comparatively speaking) over the next few days, playing rock and blues covers at a private party with my friends in Unclaimed Freight on Saturday night, then on Monday night collaborating with Too Klez For Comfort to play some Klezmer music and a couple of my originals at Thunder Road, a rock and music bistro in Somerville, Massachusetts.
Monday, March 20
379 Somerville Ave.
Somerville, MA 02143
Doors open at 7:30. TKFC and I go on at 10:30 to close the show. Hope to see you there.
Time remains a fluid entity, elastic and predictable only to a degree. The bow is bent, the arrow set to the string, the breath taken, the eye focused, the target acquired. Now there may be a pause, almost reflective, where one may question. This may be a moment or an infinity (hence the elastic nature of time).
Sometimes the fear of the brain causes premature release. The soul has not finished considering, but out of fear the brain acts. Then everyone is disappointed. Best wait until release has the best chance of hitting its target, or in other words, until it is “time.”
Well, let’s not have any of that.
It is in this blessed between state that I now wait for the CD’s to ship. 🙂
The sessions were fantastic for us, I venture to say. Everyone enjoyed themselves and together we created good music. We are happy with the result and hope you will be, too. We hope you will enjoy our new CD, “Songs of Love, Despair and Regret,” available soon. We’ll keep you posted. 🙂
After witnessing the rather explosive collapse of The Rubenoff Project for 2015, and a subsequent scurrying after fragments in futile attempts to salvage something, I am left now to finish out the year reflecting on this failure and what I can learn from it. This betrayal by a friend could not have been better timed to effect the complete annihilation of all my plans. I have explored all the possibilities and have found there is no where to turn now. I must accept defeat and move on.
I must turn my attention to travel plans and other concerns, and I will resume creating poems and songs in a quiet way during my brief snatches of free time. I hope to perform a duo at an open mic soon. Perhaps I’ll make some computer renditions of the tunes I would have recorded with my friends. I’ll keep you posted.
Now that The Project is no more it is time to be on to the next thing; time to heal, and eventually to find a way to rise from this ashes and fly again.
In the United States, whether you celebrate them or not, the cultural winter holidays tend to be a bit disruptive, yet the craziness of these holidays is juxtaposed with the deep and solemn quiet of winter as it exists in nature. The cacophony of birdsong gives way to the quiet chirping of chickadees as most species fly south to warmer climes. Snow blankets the land, muffling all sound. Walking in the northern forest in the winter, one’s breath seems loud.
Like the migrating birds, many of the musicians with whom I make music become scarce this time of year because they travel or are otherwise busy. Therefore it is a good opportunity for me to look simultaneously into the depths of my creative soul and my computer’s hard drive for creations put aside for just such a time as this. Even as some of my usual creative outlets are suppressed I am having fun revisiting old ideas and discovering new ones.
One of the new ones is a tune called “Shorty” in honor of Trombone Shorty.
At Eye On Life meanwhile we continue to be blessed with a steady stream of new poetry, for example, we recently welcomed poet Robert Demaree into the ranks of our contributing poets; in addition, we are looking forward to publishing more of Donal Mahoney’s work tomorrow, and sometime this week Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois will be returning to The Poetry Locksmith as well. We are so fortunate to have so many remarkable poetic voices enrich our pages.
At Eye On Life, Rosa Farrington’s poem ” #ferguson” created a bit of a stir, attracting some comments. While our poets attract a fair number of readers, few of the readers comment, so this was new and refreshing. Over the Christmas holiday Donal Mahoney favored us with some very interesting poems as well, and what the hell I also threw one into the mix for good measure.
A note to poetry submitters to Eye On Life: please submit only works that have not been published elsewhere. The first thing I do with a poetry submission is paste the first few lines into a Google search and see what comes up. If the poem comes up on poetslovelygarden.com or whatever, I have to reject it. This goes for your blog, too. If it is already on your blog, readers really do not have a reason to read it at Eye On Life. Okay, enough bitching. On with the show – or is it one with the show? Hmmmm…
Musically I am continuing to compose and lyricize, and will venture back to the Lizard Lounge with a couple of musicians (to be finalized) from The Rubenoff Project. Two songs in ten minutes and a chance at performing a third tune in the final round if chosen. If you’re in the Harvard Square – Porter Square, Cambridge area on Monday, January 19th at around 8:30 pm, please stop by and cheer (or boo).
My second favorite tune from the Lilypad was “You Locator.” We’ll probably reprise that at the Lizard Lounge.
I have been working on my technique – vocal and trombonal – and writing and arranging music for some time on my way to I knew not where. Yet I had the idea that I would play the Lilypad in Cambridge. And now this is coming to pass.
On December 14th, 2014, at 3:30 PM the doors of the Lilypad will open onto The Rubenoff Project.
I will be back with a full report. 🙂
There is much to love here
Young green lives reaching
Feathered knights staking claims
Inventive humans in vehicles
Yet my eyes
Are escaped helium balloons
Rising skyward and skyward
As the child
Grows smaller and smaller
They live like us up there
Merging and emerging
Slowly changing shape
Ever says anything
Maybe that is different
The sky an immense
Or a stage
Where slowly morphing characters
Act out our fantasies
Since I am not
Perhaps I had best
Live out my fantasies
There is much to love here
(Poem eight of thirty for NaPoWriMo)