Hamid Drake’s Bindu project, photographed during a break from the May 7 recording session at SOMA.
Seated (L to R): Jeb Bishop, Hamid Drake.
Standing (L to R): Jeff Parker, Napoleon Maddox, Jeff Albert, Josh Abrams.
(Via Jeb Bishop.)
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Hamid Drake’s Bindu project, photographed during a break from the May 7 recording session at SOMA.
Seated (L to R): Jeb Bishop, Hamid Drake.
Standing (L to R): Jeff Parker, Napoleon Maddox, Jeff Albert, Josh Abrams.
(Via Jeb Bishop.)
Day 2 of the Hamid Drake & Bindu III sessions was equally cool, fun, and rewarding. It is so nice to get to spend all day with really cool people, who also happen to be fabulous musicians.
Studio munchies are important. Hamid made a Trader Joe’s run before we went to the studio. The salsa and the cherry tomatoes were particularly good.
Hamid and Jeff Parker getting ready for the first take of the day.
Hamid is one of those guys who you have to be careful what you say around him. I commented that an organ bubble and skank would sound good one one particular track, and by then end of the day the organ was plugged in and I was tracking an organ overdub. A real case of watch what you wish for, but it was fun, and playing organ in a reggae band has been a long time dream of mine.
I am back in New Orleans, but the rest of the band is in Chicago today mixing it. I’m sorry that I am missing the mix session, but another feeling that ranks with making good music with great friends, is the feeling of your daughter who you haven’t seen in a couple of days screaming, “Daddy!!!” and running into your arms.
We ended up putting some really good music together in these two days. I can’t wait for you all to hear it. Look for it sometime early next year probably.
WTF with the charge for the first checked bag? Just raise the ticket price by $15 or $25. On this morning’s flight, it seemed to me that significantly over half of the passengers had some sort of wheeled suitcase as a carry on. It’s a freakin’ suitcase…CHECK IT. But, you can’t really blame the passengers because the airlines penalize you for being considerate of cabin space and checking your smallish suitcase. It just seems so stupid.
I’m in Chicago working on Hamid Drake’s next Bindu recording for Rogue Art. It is a reggae improv vibe, and we had a blast on the first day in the studio. We are recording at Soma Electronic Music Studio in Chicago. John McEntire is the owner/engineer. It is a very cool hang, he has great mics, and tons of cool old school electronic music gear.
The cool AEA ribbon mic I am using.
Jeb Bishop in the “trombone corner” standing in front of some of the vintage keyboard gear that we aren’t using.
Hamid is playing tablas on one piece.
Napoleon Maddox (beat boxer/rapper/singer), Josh Abrams and Hamid working out an arrangement.
Traveling light…sans trombone stand.
More soon.
Lucky 7’s: Pluto Junkyard: Squidco
This might look like a shameless mention of the fact that the new Lucky 7s CD is now available at Squidco (and that could be an accurate assessment), but it is also a heads up for a little John Cage style fun. The Squidco store has embedded players with mp3 samples from each disc. There is a separate player for each sample, so you can play them all simultaneously. Have fun, start them at different times. Open tabs, and mix and match bands. Enjoy!
I am fascinated by some of things people will write on Twitter or Facebook. I think sometimes we forget that these are more public places than we realize. The dilemma is: when we see people being hypocrites, are we obliged to call them out? Publicly or privately?
Case in point: a recent Facebook status update was “vindictive people suck.” This was posted by someone who has given people grades in an apparently vindictive manner. (I would say obviously vindictive, but I’ll leave the benefit of the doubt.) To call this person out would seem equally vindictive, so I guess just quietly enjoying the irony would be the best course of action. The middle road between the full on call out and the quiet contemplation must be the vague blog post.
I think I may be reading too much Gowder, although I imagine Paul would just rock the call out and be done with it.
The new Lucky 7s disc, Pluto Junkyard, is now available. Follow this link to hear samples or buy a copy.
I’m very proud of this CD. Please check it out, I think you’ll dig it.
We are into the second weekend of Jazz Fest, and I still haven’t written anything about the first. Here’s the quick and dirty recap.
Last Thursday night, George Porter Jr and the Runnin’ Pardners kicked things off at Southport Hall. We don’t get to play together too often, but every time we do, it is a real treat. That night was extra special for some reason. Everyone was playing great, and we all had lots of fun. I’ve been playing with that band for 6 years or so now, and still at least once per gig George and Russell do something that is so bad that I have to put my horn down and laugh (or scream or something). It is nights like that, that remind me how lucky I am to do what I do.
Saturday was a totally new experience for me. I volunteered at one of the Jazz Fest beer tents (well they sell soft drinks too, but mostly beer). The Band Booster Club for my step son’s high school band works at this drink tent to raise money for the band. That’s a side of Jazz Fest that I hadn’t imagined, and it was fun. When you are at the Fairgrounds, be nice to those folks, they work hard. While hauling the 40 lb bags of ice was fun, the highlight of my beer tent time was working the station near the Fais Do Do Stage during the Del McCrory Band set. Those guys were SLAMMIN’.
Tuesday night, my quartet played at the Open Ears, and we had a great time. My old buddy Charlie Wooton was there and played a bit. He and I, and the Italian drummer Marcello Bennetti played a nice trio. Of course Ray, Dave, and Tommy sounded fabulous as always on the quartet stuff. There should be audio evidence on the Open Ears site…eventually.
Today, I was at the Fairgrounds, playing the Economy Hall tent with Ronnie Kole. I have to give some props to the sound crew in that tent. The stage sound was excellent, and people told me the front of house sounded good too. That’s not always a given at Jazz Fest, so thanks guys.
I caught a little bit of Kidd Jordan and Clyde Kerr with the Louis Armstrong Summer Jazz Camp Alumni Band. Kidd and Clyde have taught at that camp for years. It would have been cooler if Kidd would have had his own band. I understand that they want to show Kidd enough respect to have him play, and they aren’t brave enough to give him a whole set, but he is so much better in the right setting. He never plays halfway, so to stick him with a group that only halfway goes where he is going is lame. His set 2 years ago with Clyde, Alvin Fielder, William Parker, and Joel Futterman was great. I wish they’d program that again.
After our set, I caught a bit of the George Wein Newport All Stars. Besides Wein on piano, it was Randy Brecker, Anat Cohen, Howard Alden, Esperanza Spaulding, and Jimmy Cobb. They did mostly tunes that were not quite as old 40 years ago at the first jazz fest in New Orleans. I’d never heard Esperanza Spaulding on anything other than her record. She sounded good. Her bass playing was right there, and she sang “Prelude to a Kiss” with an anything but straight delivery. I had heard a lot about Anat Cohen, and heard a few recordings, but today was the first time I heard her live as well. I enjoyed what she played. Despite the safe repertoire, she didn’t stay in the safe spots.
Yesterday morning I read on several blogs that it was National Record Store Day. I had two gigs in the quarter with time to kill in between, so I went browsing at La. Music Factory (which come to find out wasn’t one of the participating stores, but oh, well).
I went whole hog on the “record” part and even bought vinyl. I got a used copy of Chick Corea “Circling In” and a new copy of Larry Young’s “Into Something” for $9.99 each.
Critics shouldn’t befriend artists |Stage |guardian.co.uk:
“As a woman of reasonable drive and sanity, I try not to spend too much time on Facebook. I’ll log on weekly to see which friends have a birthday approaching (felicitations, Peter and Lars) or to post an update. And for a while I really liked that Slayers game, Zombies Must Die! But lately I find myself forced to visit the site for an uncomfortable purpose: declining ‘friend requests’ from actors, directors, playwrights and publicists.
Why not just hit ‘accept’? Yes, many of these people are unknown to me, but so are several of the erstwhile classmates I cheerfully agreed to ‘befriend’. And many are known to me and very likable – a category that includes, remarkably, several publicists. But I write for publications with strict codes of ethics – chiefly, the New York Times – and they don’t look too kindly on pals profiling pals. Yet, to friend or not to friend is really a modern gloss on a much older dilemma: what is the appropriate relationship between the artist and the critic?”
This is an interesting dilemma. I am getting to the point that I don’t necessarily see a Facebook Friend Request so much as a request to be my “friend” as much as a request to have approved communication. More and more I am finding people that have my email address, and phone number, and mailing address (it’s all on my website) using Facebook (or MySpace) messages to contact me. The addition of another layer of technology is mildly annoying, but it seems to be a somewhat necessary annoyance. Apparently this is how people want to communicate, and if I want to be accessible, I need to be accessible there.
Thoughts? Leave a comment, or email me…or friend me so we can message each other.