Saturday, May 05, 2007

woodshedding & paperwork

Sorry for the sparsity of posts of late. Been doing some low-grade woodshedding and planning a recording (and chasing up old recordings and other documentation)…. And I really oughta get around to catching up on my reading. (sjz says he’s been stuck reading a couple of chapters for six years, but frankly that’s nothing compared to having read and re-read the first half dozen pages of a book for that last eight (count ’em) years.)
Anyway, another thing that is occupying my time is only peripherally related to music.
I swear a musician’s life is 20 days of paper pushing for one day on the road. When you’re up on stage, it’s all worth it, but I doubt any of us chose to be musicians based on our love of paperwork. (Incidentally, I’d just like to say that sympathetic and skillful promoters / managers / producers are very rare figures. I’m privileged to have worked with a few earlier in my career (ha ha ha—can I call it that?), but right now, I’m afloat on my own.)
However, I do plan to get back to this blog. In addition to the tutorial material and usual unplanned collection of thoughts, I want to continue the discussion of laptops in performance (including a more positive and optimistic look at the practice), and the upturned piano (eventually turning to look at the technological dramas surrounding electric guitars).

tig will be back shortly.


Biby Cletus said...

Nice post, its a really cool blog that you have here, keep up the good work, will be back.

Warm Regards

Biby Cletus - Blog

Good Times said...

Biby Cletus is absolutely right!

But where did you go in exchange for 20 days of paper pushing? And what book has taken 8 years to read? And what about these recordings? And are people really still using laptop computers anymore? (That's soooo 2004.)


the improvising guitarist said...

Hey, sjz, I haven’t been anywhere yet—I’m pushing paper to get out! (I’ll hopefully be hitting the road ’round October/November.)
Actually, that’s two books: Deleuze/Guattari, Anti-Oedipus (I’m stuck at page 8) and Lyotard, The Differend (stuck at page 11).
Soooo 2004? I’d say it’s sooo 1977. But in our post-modern funk, an idea does not die, it just gets sillier.

S, tig