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Thoughts upon watching Wayne Krantz

Reminder to self: remember that fretted instruments have their character based not insignificantly on the sounds their tunings make easy to voice. guitar sounds the way it does for a reason. use the hand patterns that feel funky and you just may be coaxing out the inherent characteristic funkiness of the guitar. don’t be overly anxious to jump into music theoretical chord patterns. don’t be afraid to use plenty of open strings and patterns and time signatures that don’t really make much sense but feel good.

(I wrote this down on a piece of paper a few months ago when watching this.)

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Melbourne Loves Rock and Roll

It’s been a pretty interesting time here in Melbourne. I haven’t managed to get out musically as much as I’d hoped, but I have had some good time to practice and write, and it’s been good to unwind. I’ve otherwise kept busy with scoping the culture and taking various day trips to the countryside. The bit of musical exposure I have managed to get has indicated an extremely healthy scene.

Went out on Sunday morning, got a flat white down and scoped the market. Got invited to join a busker at the market, but like a fool I forgot to bring a cable with me, knowing it would be provided at the jam session I was heading to later that day. Silly not to be prepared anyway, but oh well, lesson learned. Roamed around the Central Business District (read: downtown) for a while, and heard a variety of quite impressive busking. First was a mostly flamenco mostly diatonic duo, obviously sanctioned by the city judging by their impressive PA setup, and they sounded quite polished. After chatting to them for a bit, I moved on and spotted a trio on banjo, upright bass (bowed), and harmonica, which was quite strange and not at all what I’m used to hearing from banjo, but hey, other side of the world. Next up walking down an alley towards the station, there was a young jazz guitar duo who I talked to, some very friendly and informative students named Tim and Malcolm. Made me wish for a fleeting moment I could go back to school and study music, but no regrets here, my path is alright, and it’s all mine.

Soon enough headed down to Williamstown suburb to the Rose of Australia Hotel for the blues jam session I’d read about. Introduced myself to Tommy the host, a Swedish fellow (imagine that!) and quite a good guitar player. The jam session started out a bit slow, with some low tempo shuffles, but as a few hours passed, more people showed up, more beers were consumed, and the place really started to rock. Took me a bit to find my stride, but I think by the end everyone was happy to have a bit of Kentucky infusion. Looking forward to going back here next Sunday.

Last night we went down to a venue in St. Kilda called the Esplanade Hotel (aka the Espy), which had maybe four separate performance spaces inside. We walked in to a power trio covering Cream and Hendrix, and a room full of people really digging, even dancing! The guitarist was really bringing the performance, playing with his teeth, etc., and everyone seemed to be having a great time. Brilliant. Next band up had a girl fronting on guitar and vox, but opening up with another blues cover (Spoonful), spoonfed again to whiteys by Cream, left me a little disappointed. I’m still looking to get a sense of original music coming out of this place, but the blues-based rock and roll scene seems in full swing, which is great by my mind. Makes me feel right at home. Got shooed off by a couple too-eager birds, and moved onto the next venue, which had a completely different sort of cover band, a group called Play-Doh playing powerpop-punk. Still they put on a good show, and the room was full of dancing. After being in Seattle for a while, that’s so refreshing.

Overall I’m very taken with the Melbourne music scene. Seems like it might have the ecosystem and support I’m looking for, if only I were able to stick around for a bit. I’ve got a lot of pent up music, though, that needs to be put down on an album pretty immediately. Perhaps I can scrounge up a group here in town, but my heart kind of crying to get back stateside. Que sera, sera.

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Whirlwind

I had a great whirlwind of a time in LA, consisting mostly of seeing shows and meeting a lot of cool musicians and letting all the days blur together. Enjoyed the beautiful train ride down from SLO, watching the California countryside slowly transition to the sprawling graffiti encrusted suburban jungle. That night, Paul took me to see his friends in Pizza! (formerly The New Motherfuckers) at the Museum of Neon Art. They put on a cool show of wacky pop music, with a lot of stylistic changes, almost prog pop. Saw a group called Fol Chen the next night, another very cool cinematic pop show. That seems to be the theme in LA: put on a show. I guess it should be obvious based on the reputation of the town, but it was really enlightening to get a feel for it firsthand. There’s something to be said for polishing a show to flawless perfection, but I just can’t get over jamming myself. I can’t help but think that west coast musicians should spend some time in the south to cross-pollinate, cause both approaches certainly have their own merit.

Sunday we drove up to Joshua Tree and met some of Paul’s good friends who had been camping out there. We played around on the big rocks there for a while. The desert is a pretty unforgiving environment, with thorns on every plant and mostly bees buzzing near ears for company. I scraped my leg open on a rock almost immediately, and the bees seemed to bother other people, but I think I was a bit too exhausted to care about them, and they left me well enough alone. Paul performed some amazing acrobatics to get away from their buzzing though haha! The highlight of the excursion, though, was heading to Pioneer Town to see The Eagles of Death Metal who put on a BRILLIANTLY rocking show at one of the coolest venues I’ve been to. The frontman really brought a fantastic energy– maybe the rock star isn’t an extinct creature after all. We went back to the campsite in the park after that, and I lay by the fire gazing up at the stars in the clear desert sky for a long time before drifting off.

Next day I decided to go through with it and hopped on the plane to Melbourne. I’m sitting here now having a beautiful cup of black tea. I had a little bit of a chance to write on the plane, and had a nice conversation with a fellow traveling musician in the Auckland layover. Don’t know if I’ll get a chance to record anything, as I have very minimal gear with me, but I hope to come away with some nice new hopefully performable material, assuming I can remember everything that’s happened since I left Seattle. The toilets here flush backwards, but time still keeps moving forwards. I think I’ll be headed back to the States after not too long, but for now, I need to unwind and let my soul settle a bit. Keep on straight ahead.

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Wanderlust

I’m sitting next to a crackling fire in the back yard at Ben’s place in San Luis Obispo. We’re getting ready to cook some dumpster flanksteak. Nine chairs encircle the fire pit, five of them being tree stumps. To my right about ten meters away, seemingly on the same level ground as me, perches Kat’s treehouse. There’s another one directly ahead of me, further away across the yard, with roof lined by a string of cool electric green lights. Ben’s treehouse is over in the middle of the yard, eclipsed by the fire, and the village continues from there. Earlier today I busked for the first time, accompanied by a drummer called Davey who’s been a street musician since he was seventeen living in the Haight. We made nine dollars in about a half hour, and split the pot. It felt good, even though I messed up half the chords and all of the words to Cinnamon Girl. Earlier this morning I did my first yoga, at a class taught by roommate Sunshine. Riding around my bike after that I realized my back felt less tense than it has in a very long time.

Friday night I went to a drum circle with Tim down at the Cal Poly organic farm. It was the first drum circle I’ve actually sat in, and it was about what I expected. A bunch of uppermiddle white kids, with and without dreadlocks, sitting around a fire, not entirely sure of themselves, but enthusiastic to have some sort of ritualistic experience. A couple friends of Tim’s showed up and really brought the leadership in the circle with their confident playing. We didn’t stay too long because we wanted to get over to the dumpster in case anything good was happening. There was a cop busting someone in the lot, but we decided it would be okay. We scrounged a little bit of stuff, mostly potatoes, but it was still a cool time. It just wasn’t a very good day to go, as the dumpster was quite full.

Kat took us surfing on Tuesday and Wednesday, at Pismo and Morro Bay, respectively. Surfing is awesome. Floating effortlessly across the smaller waves, balancing on the board, salt sea foam splashing the face when cresting, and the strange feeling of warmth in the water despite its obvious coldness– but actually catching and riding a wave is just too incredible. I never managed to stand up myself, but still caught a couple enough to experience the exhilaration of being swept along the rolling peak, and shifting weight to carve the board laterally. Kat’s golden retriever Saint seems to be the best surfer around though.

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Redirection

I’m working slowly to clean this site up, as I’m slowly trying to move from emphasis on my computer programming side to my musician side. In the meantime, my presentations of myself on MurdochSpace will be more informative and current: my personality and my music are still maintained separately for some reason.

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Changing the World, part 1

I don’t even know where to start. There are so many enormous problems facing the world today, and so many people too scared to even acknowledge them, let alone attempt to correct them.

One of the major issues I choose to look at is the interplay between societies and their members, and balancing the needs of each. Governments and states all over the world have taken a decidedly pro-industry anti-humanist attitudes, which makes sense, emerging directly from capitalist economies. Hence we have people living mostly as automata for industry; I see it every day on the bus. People shipped to their jobs like cattle, working their lives away at tasks which are essentially meaningless from a human perspective, because industrial (or technological these days) progress demands it. Some people spend their whole lives working for a massive corporation (measure it in years of a life or hours of a week– the problem is the same. People not living for the things that matter to people.)

I grew up in Kentucky. Like many, I was raised without a strong religious background, put through school, beleaguered by Christians for my lack of Christianity, and eventually grew to call myself an Atheist. Atheism made sense. It wasn’t full of contradictions and ambiguous moral commandments. It explained the world as I saw it, and the way science sees it.

The problem, however, is that Atheism is completely disconnected from ‘spirituality’. I’d heard the word many times, but I couldn’t feel it. I don’t think many of my Abrahamic peers grew up feeling it either, despite their parents’ and Popes’ demands. It wasn’t until quite recently that I truly started to understand what ‘spirituality’ means (it’s all about people connecting with other people, connecting with themselves). My hypothesis is that this lack of spiritual connection is the root cause of most problems in America these days. I’m not directly claiming Buddhism is the answer, but certainly it is evidence that spirituality can be taught and developed; a lesson sorely needed around here.

Religion is a touchy subject, though. It’s propogandized into many from such an extremely young age that it entrenches itself almost as a neurosis. Most don’t take kindly to being told that their religion is incorrect or unhealthy. Religions, like many social constructs, are designed to sustain themselves (at least the ones that are still around are designed this way). But if these myriad social systems called religions are unwilling to quietly diminish themselves, what is the answer? Clearly force will never work (the Soviets foolishly tried it anyway). As far as I’ve thought, the answer is actually right in front of us: education.

Religious study should be taught in public schools, in a careful way. What’s a more relevant social study than religious study? I claim there is none, particularly since religions and cultures are almost always closely linked historically. But the most important advantage would be greater understanding, and, by natural observation, the realization of all the parallels between religions– the fact that they all teach fundamentally the same thing. And furthermore, all these teachings are things healthy people already know if they look in their own hearts honestly.

We live in a very special time of development for the human civilization. For the first time in history, we are nearing a truly united world. The significance of the Internet’s emergence cannot be understated. The possibility for a massively connected society is clear and present. Who knows how long the ‘transition period’ will be– the past twenty years have seen astounding progress, but it could be another twenty or another thousand years before we can look back and say for sure. Needless to say, I am optimistic and hopeful for the future.

Unfortunately, we are also facing more massive obstacles than ever before examined, as we approach the limits of the system we’ve worked within for so long: the Earth itself. Petroleum is running out. All the exponential industrial and techonological progress of the past few centuries has been predicated on an endless supply of cheap oil. Most infrastructure is designed based on that assumption. It’s now well accepted that oil is quickly running out, and will soon (estimates range from 20 to 50 years) be completely unavailable as an energy source. M. King Hubbert foresaw this in 1956– it’s only taken the public 50 years to get the picture.

There are two possible scenarios for the near future. The first is that we, using what little oil energy we have left available to us after squandering so much, bootstrap an industry harnessing energy from the next higher level of the universe: the Sun. After all, the Earth is essentially a random byproduct of the Sun, miniscule in comparison, a tiny slice of the larger system’s energy. In my opinion, governments should be massively subsidizing this effort if they care at all about stability, national security, quality of life, or any of the other things that governments supposedly care about.

The second possible scenario is that we, despite our best efforts, do not have enough energy reserves leftover from oil to power the conversion of the energy industry. We may manage to get a few power plants constructed using alternative energy, and we may slow the decline, but if that critical mass is not reached, if the solar energy industry is not able to harness enough power to sustain its own development, without oil’s aid, then our civilization will inevitably start to decline and revert to agrarianism. No more airplanes, no more cell phones, no more televisions, no more cheap fertilizers, no more cars, no more plastic. Of course, the things that really matter in life will still be available, just as they always have. The transition time might be a little painful, though.

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