My most recent sax lesson, which took place on tuesday, was the most fruitful yet. I asked my teacher, Mel, so what can you tell me about playing a solo over a chord progression? He showed me how to analyze a piece of music, a solo or head, so I could get an idea of what one might play over a given chord. He recommended that I purchase the Charlie Parker Omnibook and analyze and learn the music in it. So I did. And the first thing I discovered, quite frustratingly, is that the lead sheet (for 'Blues for Alice') I had previously printed off the internet had at least four mistakes in it. Right when I could play it up to speed! Frikkin' internet, eh? So I'm relearning that tune, pretty much, along with 'Segment'. I'm also working on my own decomposition.
Alrite, I had some more weird dreams last night. Nothing to do with the last two, though. The first one involved George Harrison sitting in a room wearing white sheets, surrounded by a bunch of people, his students, who were wearing similar clothing. He was teaching them various Indian customs. Then John showed up and was of course letting everyone know that his cloud was higher than theirs. George said to his students, "Here's how you leave the room", and began edging out of the room in a sort of crabwalk. Everyone began following suit, but John's version involved wiggling his arms and more wobbly steps. I guess that was the more enlightened way of doing it.
In the second dream, I was in my livingroom, which was bigger and very crowded with people. There was also a large table in the middle. Bob Dylan was there, and he recited a poem. It was addressed to himself. It went something like, "Bob Dylan, you're being held aloft by God. So what's it like to look the most famous man in the world in the face? I wish I were you, because you exist in a verse." He picked me up and threw me onto the table during the recitation.
O'Brien surprised me and Cosima on friday by producing two Eureka Seven DVDs from his pack, Eureka Seven being a tv show we watch religiously. It's exciting!
February 18, 2007
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Never trust nothin you read on the internet especially muzak. Almost every tab I've ever looked at is crap. Five, maybe 10 %, contain a kernel of what they should.
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