The percentage of people who rely on denialism to cope with reality grows every day. Only a small percentage of the population face up to reality. I admire people who actual do something about the problems we face, but they are very rare. Unfortunately, cooperation is not in our genes.
Reading science fiction teaches me about the possibilities. Science fiction has always been about building better futures, advocating better societies utopias or warnings of de-evolving into dystopias, or even the nightmares of apocalypses. Half the population copes by denying this, and the other half that does recognize our destiny does little to avoid it.
We indulge in mindless consumerism and socializing, Album) restless tourism, or occupy our minds with political and religious rationalizations. I have to assume reading science fiction is my survival mechanism. I am starting to worry a tiny bit because some of my coping mechanisms are starting to fail. I used to binge watch TV in the evenings.
But I now have to try a dozen or two dozen TV shows or movies before I can find one that I can watch. And I no longer can watch TV and movie science fiction. It just annoyed me, and I quit trying after fifteen minutes. I forced myself to finish the first episode the next night, but still no joy.
So far, I still find great pleasure in reading science fiction short stories. Luckily, I still have other interests to turn to if I finally wear out on science fiction.
The current state of the world is very sobering. It might even cure my addiction to science fiction, but I doubt it. It might be too late to give up. But my attitude has changed. I believe we need to change our expectations for both. Religion and science fiction need to focus on reality. They both need to be more down to Earth. My memories for the Gypsy album tells me I bought it in the early s, and when I was dating my wife inI went through her records and found a copy of it.
I asked Susan this morning of her memory about the album, and she says she owned it before we met. We both might be fooling ourselves. You can listen to the album while you read on. And if you owned this album please leave a comment. All this dredging of memories came about because I got out my CD of Gypsy the other day and played it. What happened to the group? Should I buy their other albums? Nor are their albums available to buy on Amazon.
I then checked YouTube, which is becoming our digital attic, and found copies of their albums to play. That made me even more curious about what happened to the band.
Then that night, while browsing new Album) offerings on my TV, YouTube listed a documentary about the group Gypsy in my to watch feed. I know people complain about digital companies tracking our interests, but I was quite thankful for this intrusion. The documentary Gypsy: Rock and Roll Nomads answered most of my questions. Gypsy by Gypsy came out inand according to the documentary, bombed because Metromedia Records did not promote it.
But then this is a story about faulty memories. All I remember was loving the cover, buying it, and then loving the album when I played it. I played it for weeks, and then put it away. That could have happened from before I met Susan. However, because the album was so poorly promoted, I probably needed to have bought it right after it was first released in I have no memory of buying it that early. How long does an album hang around in record stores?
The information I found at Discogs implies it got better support than the documentary suggested since it was released on LP, cassette, 8-track, and reel-to-real, and it was also published in eight countries outside the U. The album was rereleased in on LP, the year after we got married. I could have bought it then, at Peaches, and we discovered we loved it together.
Later on we both gave ourselves false memories that we had discovered it by ourselves. When I played the CD the day before yesterday, I played it loud, and it sounded amazingly great. Watching the documentary explained why the band failed. But I had one last unanswered question. I think I found an answer to that question too. I have a feeling the site was created to promote the CDs and documentary, but concerts are rare. I wonder how many CDs Walsh still sells?
Keeping it off Spotify is a big mistake, like when whey went with Metromedia instead of Atlantic. This year, I keep seeing remembrances ofespecially lists of albums that claim to be the best of This got me to thinking. How many great albums did I buy when they first came out? Then how many albums have I discovered since having streaming music?
Finally, how many albums from do I still need to play? Spotify has turned out to be a wonderful time machine.
These next three were major albums for me, and I played them for years, but I eventually got tired of them. I did buy them again when CDs came out, and I play them once every couple of years. Most of the albums listed below held my attention for just a short while.
Many I only played once. A very good record would hold my attention for days. Maybe the best albums are the ones we keep playing for the rest of our lives. Back in I loved going to record stores. Mostly I flipped past albums I wished I could buy. I used to have a fantasy of robbing Peaches back in the late s. It was the biggest record store I had ever seen up to that time, maybe since.
Having streaming music is like owning the biggest record store ever. Eventually I did buy over a hundred albums that came out in I saved about CDs, but I seldom play them.
There are many albums I bought more than once when I got money to rebuild my collection. Here are the albums from that I bought after By the way, I got to see many of these acts in concert.
This puts me just under a hundred albums I remember owning. To trigger my memory I had to look at the list of Top albums sold in These are the albums I remember streaming in the past couple of years. They are classics. I realized what I want is weird. My Lamborghini is old books and magazines, things most people would throw away, or give to Goodwill. Although, if given a Ferrari I could sell it and buy a collection of all Gnome Press first editions, including I, Robot.
Just recognizing where my materialism lies an is enlightening self-realization. My focus is to compare learning from a book versus a documentary. Those are casual, everyday ways to absorb tidbits of information. The book tells the same story as the documentary but with far more detail. The framing of the book is a semi-biography of Jennifer Doudna, who shared the Nobel Prize with Emmanuelle Charpentier in But The Code Breakers is much more.
We learn Stanley Turrentine With The Three Sounds - Blue Hour (Cassette publishing papers, going to conferences, building labs, forming startup companies, and competing for the Nobel Prize.
Recognizing who came first in a discovery is a challenging piece of detective work that Isaacson pulls off with the skill of a master lawyer working the jury. What also impressed me was how Isaacson told this complex story. The Code Breakers will take you much further than the Human Nature regarding how genetic editing history unfolded, but the documentary has its own virtues, especially in compelling visuals.
Neither the book nor the documentary gave me the step-by-step concepts of what the lab work was like. The trouble with wanting to understand even more is I run into the limits of my understanding. Just look at this one paragraph:. I love popular science books and magazines, but I have to take the working of real science on faith. For example, x-ray crystallography was often mentioned as a vital skill in this lab work.
Seeing this video helps me visualize more of the narrative. CRISPR is another example of the positive potential for our future, and another example that validates science. By the time the s and s roll around, society will be transformed again.
But then, there will be other transformation happening in the same time frame. Our efforts to slow climate or our failure to do so will reveal another massive transformation. Talk about Future Shock…. We all live alone in our heads, spending our entire lives struggling to make contact with others who live alone in their heads. As marvelous as language is, it still fails us most of the time.
I did much better with my sister Becky. When we were still rugrats, during the years before school, Becky and I could be thrown in with any kids and we played happily together. We focused on hitting or catching the ball, or throwing the dice to get the number we needed in Monopoly.
Because my family moved around so much, Becky and I had to make a new set of friends every year or two. Up to junior high, friends were always the kids who lived on our street, or the ones we played with at recess. The activity determined the friendship. Communication was minimal. Starting with 7th grade, I got good at finding a best friend fast wherever we lived.
The key was to seek someone who liked the same games, toys, books, TV shows, movies, and bands I liked and not be shy. This shared interest technique is really the lowest common denominator of friendships. The dynamics of friendship changed when I started dating. Then it became more about how well I paid attention to her and her interests.
Years of dating, over forty years of marriage, and decades of friendships with women has taught me a whole different kind of communication. However, I learned to listen. Work brought about another kind of communication. Fitting in and working together towards a common goal is a whole other kind of interaction and relationship.
When I worked I felt like I had dozens of friends, but nearly all of them disappeared when I quit. Susan and I spend a lot of time at home, especially since the pandemic. I mostly keep up with friends via the telephone. This is back to the level of shared interests.
For example, I work with a guy from South Africa and a guy from Great Britain to run a short story reading group on Facebook. We are building a long distant friendship based on our love of old magazines and anthologies. It keeps us busy, and our group has grown to over five hundred members.
This has got me to wondering. What activities in the last third of life would make for interesting friendships? There are thousands of organized activities for retired people. My friend Linda and I have accidently hit upon a new activity.
We call it a two-person book club. We pick a book, then divide it into sections that we can read in a week. Then once a week discuss the section on the phone for an hour or two.
This forces us to think about the same things at roughly the same time. When Mike, Piet, and I were working on a new version of a database about science fiction, I thought having that project put us on a shared wavelength for several weeks. That made for an interesting kind of friendship.
I miss having that kind of project now. This has gotten me to think about other projects or activities that bring me together with the people. For the four years while Trump was president, it created a bond of shared hatred with some friends. That was different. From the s untilI had a several friends I went to the movies with at least once or twice a week. Also before Covid Susan and I were developing a group of friends with game night. Susan and I have developed a new connection when we got the cats.
Ones that promote higher levels of communication. This leads me to see two kinds of friendships. Consumers and creators. Most of the time we communicate with our friends about the things we consume. I also say that Walter Isaacson achieved an extremely high level of communicating when interviewing people to write The Code Breakers. Maybe something with computers. The show was overwhelmingly positive about the future, and it conveyed that hope by showing rather than telling.
To avert the catastrophes of climate change will require leaving fossil fuels in the ground. That means converting to other forms of energy. Air travel is a big contributor of CO2, but designing electric airplanes has tremendous challenges. The example given was for a Boeing It uses 40, pounds of jet fuel, but the weight of the batteries to replace that jet fuel would total 1.
How is it even possible to overcome such a Mt. Everest of a technical obstacle? The answer is science. The rest of the show was about how science and engineering is actually tackling the problem. Expect a great transformation in the airline industry over the next two decades. One person in the show called it Air Travel 3. I had no idea that these inventions were that close to going into production. This show proved social progress is happening too. While I watched this episode I realized it was a vision of how things could be.
We could solve our environmental, social, economic, and technical problems if we choose. That is, if we choose to be rational and scientific. This show was practically utopian in its scenes and implications. If you can, watch this episode of NOVA and meditate on what positives each scene suggests. To succeed we need to overcome denialism. Denialism is holding us back. The denialists are going to destroy us. The epiphany I had is we will succeed if everyone accepts science. Science is capable of solving our problems.
Up till now I had given up on the future because I was convinced the deniers will bring us down. Now I want to focus on the doers.
The dream began when I was walking down a sidewalk. They asked where I lived and I said at the other end of the block. I kept walking through suburban streets looking for a street sign name I knew, but none of them made sense to me. Eventually, I realized I was in an urban area with traffic.
I kept thinking if only I could find the main street I could walk home by following familiar streets. As I got more disturbed people would stop me. I started becoming afraid of people. I thought people were hitting me and I was blacking out. Whenever I came to I was someplace else. I kept having more and more blackouts. I felt people were hurting me, even molesting me.
I wanted to find home so badly. The last scene I remembered was pushing a car door open. I was trying to run away from the people in the car.
I got out of the car and ran, but everywhere was so strange. Then I woke up. This dream was so unpleasant. I went and sat on the commode for a while thinking about it. Eventually, I went back to bed, but I got out my phone and read things off of Facebook. I remember now I wanted to see names and places I knew. Sometime after that I fell asleep. It has We were the first generation to grow up with a TV. Television imprinted on us like ducklings to their mother.
Everyone I know loves TV, but most stick to the new shows. My father and mother liked TV but they seldom talked about pop culture from their youth, or tried to reexperience it. My generation, the Baby Boomers seems obsessed with remembering TV shows, movies, albums, books, games, sports — everything they loved growing up. That was the first television series I remembered watching when I was four or five.
Up till then I never met anyone who talked about seeing Topper as a kid. I got 7, likes and shares. I was amazed that so many people had the same blast from the past. Individually, we have personal memories, but collectively we have history. Both kinds of recall tend to forget and distort the past, often rewriting it.
But if a kid today grows up watching Star Trek and digging The Beatles, do they have the same experience we had? I find it enlightening to challenge my memories.
I was 15 and in the 10th grade. First, my memories without using Google for help. Here are the shows I remember now and believed I tried to watch every week. I do have a memory of watching the very first episode of Star Trek when it premiered, and I have vague memories of liking specific first season episodes that existed before I saw the reruns.
I think it came on Thursdays. My memories of The Time Tunnel are vaguer. I have seen The Man From U. Star Trek has made a huge impact on pop culture, and even young people today know about it.
I wake up feeling this tremendous sense of nostalgia, and wanting to watch Star Trek again. And that makes me wonder just how many memories are still recorded in my brain?
I can only access them when triggered with an external clue. Could complete ancient episodes be recorded in my brain? I remember the kids at school loved Batmanbut I thought it stupid.
The family would watch Green Acres and Gomer Pyle. I, Spy was my favorite show from the season. And my parents like The Dean Martin Show. However, we often skipped it for Saturday Night at the Movies. Before I started these memory excavations I assumed I watched TV every night, and caught every episode of my favorite shows.
I do remember what I watched, and to a much lesser degree, remember who I watched with. Once I began remembering TV from season other memories emerged like digging for fishing worms in cow pies. On the other hand, most of the shows from the schedule are still being rerun, streamed, or sold on DVD today.
Pop culture has a more powerful memory than I do, especially after digitizing it. I could recreate and relive my days from artifacts off the internet. These efforts to remember watching television is unearthing all kinds of connected memories.
I need to stop here otherwise this blog would turn into a book. But I have one last interesting observation. I no longer like the shows I loved as a kid, but I discovered I now enjoy the shows my parents loved back then. In the s, both bored the crap out of me. In the s I enjoy them. Are we so overjoyed the waiting is over that we lie? How do we really feel? What if we actually told her.
Oh, I make up funny anecdotes about the urologist, or laugh about my gallstones, but is it socially acceptable whine about how we really feel?
But retiring and getting old is nothing like I imagined. When I was young I thought turning old meant going bald and becoming wrinkled. I figured I could handle that. I realize now that getting old is when the periods of feeling good get shorter and shorter. I assume old old is when we give up hoping for symptom-free days. And I have no reason to whine. I know people with all kinds of horrible cancers, chronic pains, conditions with scary names, failing body parts needing replacements, mental Album), or worse.
A quarter of the people born the year I was,are now dead. Aging begins in different decades for different people. And I keep hoping I can get my current broken parts repaired so I can feel normal again — for a while at least.
Hell, right now, a week would be wonderful. Aging wisely I suppose, is learning to accept the increasing time required for parts maintenance. I sure it took Sisyphus time to adapt to his task too. It used to be simple. The head aches, take an aspirin, it stops. My stomach complains, I change my diet, it shuts up. My heart has tachycardia episodes, I get a cardiologist to zap the right spot, it ticks like a clock.
I had an operation. My doctor is wait-and-see watching me. If I stop taking the drug I pee over thirty times a day and have all kind of weird sensations in my bladder, prostate, and penis. Taking the drug quiets all that, but the trade-off is those head symptoms. If I had to spend one day a month when I was a teen feeling like I do now, I would have given up drugs and junk food, and joined a gym in One I had to write about.
Whether or not you find it worth reading will depend on if you also have memory mysteries that haunt you too. This mystery of memory only began to matter once I got into my forties and I realized my memories were fading.
It became a tiny existential ache. How could someone not remember when and where they lived when they were an adult? I had put them in a drawer in my closet and forgot about them. Going through them today I discovered clues that may answer the South Carolina memory mystery.
My dad sometimes went off without us. For example, on the back of this certificate it says he had previously completed 12 weeks of training at Sheppard Air Force Base, Texas and I have no memory of the family living in Texas. This date does jive with the one clue I found after the invention of the search engine. I remembered going to the movie theater for the very first time in my life to see Snow Fire when we lived in South Carolina.
Google helped me then by providing the movie release date, May 18, At the time I thought it was a false clue, or a false memory because that was after I had started going to school and I have no memory of going to school when I lived in South Carolina the first time.
The next clue I found was the report card from the third 1st grade school I attended, Watkins Elementary in Hollywood, Florida. I transferred there during the third six-week period in So this puts me in Hollywood, Florida for the first half of That was at the Lake Forest subdivision house that I remember as being the first house my parents bought.
That memory of ownership might not be true since its just a childhood impression. Some of my all-time favorite memories come from living at that Lake Forest house. Becky and I are wearing cowboy outfits. The next report card in the box is from 2nd grade at Lake Forest Elementary putting me back in Hollywood, Florida in the 2nd six-week period.
This accounts for the rest of from about October or early November on. I can recall being taken to Lake Forest Elementary and enrolled after the year started. I never could remember the first 2nd grade school, but assumed there was one and I just forgot. I have a new theory from these clues. My parents bought the house at Lake Forest in late or earlybut during the summer my father was sent off for training in South Carolina, and we went with him.
We rented a house out in the country and I have many memories from then. But not of going to school, or of leaving. One thing I recall now is I have no memories of my parents ever telling me and Becky we were going to move.
I would have missed a whole six-week period and part of another. I do remember always being the new kid. I really should have been held back a year.
This might also explain why my grades in elementary school were so poor, and my teacher comments were always about how little Jimmy needs to work harder. I was six years old that summer, which explains why I had no memory of when and where I lived. But I do have many major memories from that summer of I have no memory of it ever being cold.
Some of those vivid memories include:. I have many other memories from this time period, and that amazes me when I now realize I was only six years old. And it looks like I will find other clues to memory mysteries in this box too.
So be forewarned. Yesterday I had a urodynamics test. From previous experiences I knew what that was like. It never is. Getting old is full of new experiences, especially relating to medical exams.
Yet, sometimes the overall experience can be fun. Well, I try to find the humor in such situations, and maybe even a story for my blog. Often it makes me feel like the luckiest person in the room.
Yesterday while I waited for the urodynamics test the guy on my right was passing kidney stones while crying softly and groaning. The woman on my left came in with a half full urine bag strapped to her left. It filled as we waited. I know what a full bag feels like. I was the lucky one. As you get older many of your friends will have medical problems too. Anyway, I was in the urology waiting room watching the staff come and go from the door that leads back to the testing rooms.
I was evaluating each person by whether or not I wanted them to be the person to see me naked and insert catheters up my Johnson. It was. At least she was middle aged. My nurse took me into a room with a very weird looking chair with a giant funnel and bucket in front of it.
Next to the chair was a fancy tech desk with two giant monitors hooked to a computer. To the right was a cart with catheters hanging down its side in plastic sleeves, and everywhere was stacks of pads, and small towels. I was to take off my pants and shoes but leave on my socks and shirts, get into that weird chair, and drape little blanket across my lap.
I always feel weird waiting naked in strange rooms. Highly sought-after British jazz-rock with some vocals thrown in by Norma Winstone. Love Songs was recorded at Tangerine Studios,and it is so refreshing, choral and utterly distinctive with a staggeringly good group of musicians led by Westbrook and Surman.
A mix of the melodic and the wistful, backed by a groovy beat, reissue now available for this classic masterpiece. No one got that first one — the first time I walked onstage at Carnegie Hall, blowing my own year-old mind…This one — Carnegie Hall, December 4th,is very special to me. Performed and recorded over three nights in front of a sold-out crowd at The World Famous Theater in Harlem, NY December 4th — 6th,this album brings the electrifying performances that helped put Daptone on the map directly to your living room!
This album is lovingly dedicated to the memory of our dear friends Sharon, Charles, Naomi, and Cliff. Listen and decide for yourselves. And yet another week of late shipments…. Ecstatic, West Mineral, etc. The Russian producer Vladimir Karpov is well on his way towards a lasting legacy as a modern synthesizer wizard in the grandiose vein of Vangelis and Jarre.
With a propensity for concept albums he has built a sturdy discography during this past decade that echoes the progressive ideas of the psychedelic generation as it moved into adulthood with Moog in hand. While the esoteric fantasies of previous works linger on, the conceptual aspect of Anciente is rendered more abstract.
And instead of dividing ideas into tracks that form an album, here Karpov is pushing the boundaries of his compositions further into longer forms. Like trails into humid forest landscapes, they run deep enough for one to get lost along the way.
Clocking in at a neat 20 minutes per side, the two tracks that make up Anciente weaves soft brushes of undefinable sounds and tropical field recordings that almost create ASMR-inducing vibrations in the minds of the listener.
Eventually they might open a doorway to a twilight-lit wilderness and the possible secrets of the first civilised men. Or, as in this case, the door to the ancient. The results ponder an impressionistic, romantically ambiguous simulacra of reel life worries and anxiety, feeling at once dense and impending yet without centre.
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Using analog and digital equipment, he transforms the melancholic simplicity of his melodies into a quietly dreamlike space. Taylor and her bandmates — guitarist Dec Martens, bassist Gus Romer, and drummer Bryce Wilson — wrote Comfort To Me during the pandemic while quarantining in the same house together, spending more time refining the songs than they had previously.
The amount of time and thought I put into the lyrics for this album is completely different from the EPs, and even the first record.
Half of the lyrics were written during the Australian bushfire season, when we were already wearing masks to protect ourselves from the smoke in the air. And then when the pandemic hit, our options were the same as everyone: go find a day job and work in intense conditions or sit at home and drown in introspection. I fell into the latter category. My brain evolved and warped and my way of thinking about the world completely changed. I was like an egg going into boiling water when this started, gooey and weak but with a hard surface.
I came out even harder. Walter Bishop Jr. Keyboardist Walter Bishop, Jr. But a mere two years later, Bishop, Jr. All in remastered sound with liner notes by Pat Thomas. First-ever vinyl reissue of a long-lost classic, also available in an orange with black swirl vinyl edition limited to copies and exclusive to independent record stores! Oscillating piquant shocks of vibrant energy with steeply opiated hypnagogia and OOBE-like sensations, the results locate a mind in flux, torn between the need to flex hyper-articulated limbs and becoming lost in discretely introspective ambient interzones.
The eight tracks course from a sort of kaotic power ambient energy to a lushly unresolved daydream serenity through alternately convulsive and temple-smushing turns. With little to go on, they decided to add their joint female voices and experiences to the rural sound ecology and culture of East Anglia, and created something un-arguably unique in the process. But what happens in between is just a spellbinding sort of magick, using Raveningham Church as a sounding chamber for their finely controlled but naturally keening and graceful, unhurried expressions of tradition and folklore.
Though the singer had Stanley Turrentine With The Three Sounds - Blue Hour (Cassette his billion streaming Chet Faker project four years prior, the new songs he was working on in his New York City studio had an energy reminiscent of his earlier work. The result is Hotel Surrender, a radiant track LP full of swaggering bass lines and electrifying melodies that reintroduces Chet Faker to the world — and to Murphy himself. He admits that before Hotel Surrender, he had never approached his process with such ease.
This time, as the album title suggests, he surrendered to the music. I was also just being kind to myself. None of this music was hurting, it just felt good. It made me feel better, and it helped me be better.
Recorded and slated for an early release, and paused while COVID raged, this collaboration of masked men is finally finding its way to you on all formats.
Its seven parts balance a sense of febrile passion with hyper-disciplined logic in more explicitly emotive, optimistic gestures that emerge from its atonal murk and convulsive structures. Needle down, candles on. In the early s, while the music industry was grappling with the arrival of new trends and technology, from MTV to compact discs to digital recording, Bob Dylan was writing and recording new songs for a new decade, creating an essential new chapter in his studio catalog.
They are included here to illustrate the musical journey Bob Dylan undertook during these years. The songs. The songs stripped free of trappings, tampering, passing tastes, and judgements. The songs broken down to the sound of people really doing this, right now, acting on instinct.
The songs rough and rowdy, bruised and tender, joking and crying, nagging and striving and yearning. The songs were always there, and here they are still, keeping pace with us. File Under: Folk Buy Here. Indeed, unlike most of the other releases on the Black Jazz label, The Second Coming barely nods to the fusion and soul jazz trends that were sweeping jazz at the time. Instead, this is expressive, free improvisation at its best, beautifully recorded by producer Gene Russell and deserving of a much wider audience than it found the first time.
Newly remastered and annotated, and, like we said, reissued on vinyl for the first time! File Under: Psych Buy Here. Mao speaks of creative strategies of solidification and reification, encounter and transformation, pure being and punctuation — a multitude of sparks, fuses, and forking paths leading across fresh thresholds and twilit terrain. Coloured next week. Focusing on their craft, staying out of the fray, and holding fast their faith to find new ways to express the discord and delight of being alive, to turn the duality of existence into hymns we can share, Low present Hey What.
These ten pieces — each built around their own instantaneous, undeniable hook — are turbocharged by the vivid textures that surround them.
The ineffable, familiar harmonies of Alan Sparhawk and Mimi Parker break through the chaos like a life raft. Layers of distorted sound accrete with each new verse — building, breaking, colossal then restrained, a solemn vow only whispered. There will be time to unravel and attribute meaning to the music and art of these times, but the creative moment looks forward, with teeth. In the years since, the South Carolina native and avid outdoorsman and fisherman has formed his own sense of unique musicianship — incorporating self-taught styles that fit each song rather than following conventional techniques.
The things that clutter up the pure soul are all in here. We all have a black powder soul that can explode, but there is redemption in all of us too. File Under: Country Buy Here. This is the first official vinyl reissue of the score since its original release in on the Cerberus label.
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Summer was tough for many reasons. But Adam and his wife Emily opened their home to me and made it a safe space to create and let go. I told Adam I had an idea to record some covers and bring some of the band into the mix, or add other players. January 16, aged 66 Boise, Idaho. Jazzbluessoul jazz. Piano, keyboards, Hammond B3. Blue NoteConcord Jazz.
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