I’m going to have a very challenging week trying to do my job well, so I’m trying to conserve energy and realign my chakras, or whatever. Here’s how I do it:
Martin Longman a contributing editor at the Washington Monthly.
He is also the founder of Booman Tribune and Progress Pond. He has a degree in philosophy from Western Michigan University.
Music that is develeped on a higher plane of rhythm, melody and harmony.
“I remember one time – it might have been a couple times – at the like Fillmore East in 1970, I was opening for this sorry-ass cat named Steve Miller. Steve Miller didn’t have his shit going for him, so I’m pissed because I got to open for this no-playing motherfucker just because he had one or two sorry-ass records out. So I would come late and he would have to go on first and then we got there we smoked the motherfucking place, everybody dug it.”
― Miles Davis
“Chakras” are a tuning system, Booman. You simply cannot tune yourself up listening to out-of-tune music.
Played by an orchestra of the greatest jazz musicians available in NYC at the time, recorded by the greatest recording technicians of any time, at the full flower of acoustic recording.
Live like a motherfucker!!!
Good luck with the chi, brother.
i teach a meditational practice that deals with exactly that set of forces, based on the chakras as part of a greater harmonic series. Come up and take a lesson. Free. You know how to reach me.
Pedro Cerrano: Bats, they are sick. I cannot hit curveball. Straightball I hit it very much. Curveball, bats are afraid. I ask Jerry to come, take fear from bats. I offer him cigar, rum. He will come.
Eddie Harris: You know you might think about taking Miles Davis as your savior instead of fooling around with all this stuff.
Roger Dorn: Shit, Harris.
Pedro Cerrano: Miles, I like him very much, but he no help with curveball.
Eddie Harris: You trying to say Miles Davis can’t hit a curveball?
Liner notes if I recall says the scene is a procession/parade of the crucifix that stops near a balcony where a woman wails lamentations (Miles’ solo) and then upon her finishing the parade moves on.
Very easy to picture when listening to that piece.
I listen to this when contemplating the eternal nothingness of not to resorting lies or stooping to their level because nothing has been proven anyway and we shouldn’t red bait.
buenos noches. here’s one of my favorite jerry band tunes.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EF09C7zPuyY
Your 8th word is somewhat of a Freudian slip! Take care of yourself this week!
Comment no longer applies due to BooMan edit. I’m not crazy!
that’s a weak statement 😉
Having trouble with your chakras, Booman?
You might consider listening to better music.
Higher-level music.
Music that is develeped on a higher plane of rhythm, melody and harmony.
“Chakras” are a tuning system, Booman. You simply cannot tune yourself up listening to out-of-tune music.
Try this, instead:
Miles Davis and Gil Evans-Saeta.
Their version of an unaccompanied partly improvised piercing Andalusian song of lamentation or penitence sung during the religious procession on Good Friday.
Played by an orchestra of the greatest jazz musicians available in NYC at the time, recorded by the greatest recording technicians of any time, at the full flower of acoustic recording.
Live like a motherfucker!!!
Good luck with the chi, brother.
i teach a meditational practice that deals with exactly that set of forces, based on the chakras as part of a greater harmonic series. Come up and take a lesson. Free. You know how to reach me.
AG
Miles was throwing curveballs, Booman.
ASG
Perhaps with time you will get it.
BooMan, good snark but, i hope you listened to that. Sketches of Spain is some brilliant music.
Liner notes if I recall says the scene is a procession/parade of the crucifix that stops near a balcony where a woman wails lamentations (Miles’ solo) and then upon her finishing the parade moves on.
Very easy to picture when listening to that piece.
Here’s my third way approach—
I was at the Greek Theatre in Berkeley to see Jerry’s band on this sunny weekend afternoon. They were awfully good:
LOL.
(Pedro Cerrano lays out a terrible start to his flugelhorn performance)
Willie Mays Hayes: Should have gotten a live chicken.
Imagine a man trying to tell me how to take fear from own bats!!
Funny cuz I was just having a quick look at your blog before sitting down for my regular morning meditation. In the Zen world, we call it zazen.
Thanks for the Miles Davis, AG!
I listen to this when contemplating the eternal nothingness of not to resorting lies or stooping to their level because nothing has been proven anyway and we shouldn’t red bait.
…when I was a rock band roadie in the ’70s. It was his, he stuck it in my mouth and sparked it for me. Who would refuse that?
When I met Janis Joplin, she was wearing red panties and red shoes. Pretty sure she had shoes on.
Been mountain biking with Bobby Weir.
those are some experiences worth having.