On the Roof

Hello there children,

Back in merry old August, Fab and I played a couple of tunes out at UBC. I thought I ought to post a tune from this landmark performance. It's a tune I wrote called On the Roof, and as you will hear...well, it's pretty sick.

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You can't really hear my spoken invocation at the beginning; basically, I'm just saying, "Close your eyes and picture rain as you hear this."

Another large day

Today, we moved a PA system from O'brien's abode to Liza's with the help of The Fab. O'brien scooped this item from the tai chi garage sale yesterday. 2 monitor speakers, 2 mics, 2 mic stands, and a mixer. Liza and I had to rearrange the better part of the abode to accommodate the system, and our livingroom-studio now looks much larger. Last week, we also received a pair of congas from the Nils abode. They were taking up space in storage. So now we have percussion, which will sound even better with the reverb supplied by the new mixer. (I guess it could sound good 'clean', but we'll leave that for people who can actually play the congas.)

Did I mention jazz is back? It's at the Libra room from 5 til 7:30 on sundays. Of course, I couldn't go today, because we were working with the PA until a few minutes ago, and also no one is around to go with me. Jason is in Japan until around the 21st, and without him there, it's a bit difficult, especially since there's a much different group of musicians there now.

Fab and I have been practicing the tune I wrote a while back, On the roof. The form is AAB. The A sections have a quiet, rain-like quality, and the B section is loud and mostly just one chord. (That's not to say it's exactly like a Nirvana song...) The focus of the band is on providing tension and release using elements other than harmony. I got this idea when I was reading a Jamey Aebersold book, and there was a table listing different things that provide tension and release. On the tension side, there were things like playing loud, ascending lines, faster notes, and dissonant harmony. On the release side, there were things like playing soft, descending lines, longer notes, and consonant harmony. So I thought, why not write a tune based mostly on dynamics? A good thing about this format is that it forces me and Fab to listen to each other.

Anyhow, we have to have it down by next sunday - we have a half-hour performance at IDEC that we're preparing for. I am also preparing for the finest concert ever conceived, which will occur on friday. The Liars opening for Radiohead....wow.

At least I got the tip jar once.

I had the teeth removed on wednesday with Matty, Ilsa and Kler in attendance in the waiting room. I felt nothing, and there was some bizarre fashion show on the TV in the ceiling, so I felt no desire to pay attention to the proceedings. My face was totally frozen on one side on the way home, but I was almost fully recovered within a few hours. I recuperated for the next day or so, but was awake enough on friday to see Paprika at the ahht gallery with Kler.

Sax playing was out the window for a few days, but I've been taking stabs at it yesterday and today. It does cause me pain, though, so I was forced to spread my attention equally between all of my instruments. I've been working on learning tunes off the record, which can be fun, but it can be quite frustrating. For instance, Eric Dolphy's Serene has only a bass outlining the chords, and it's not always audible, so figuring out dem changes is a colossal struggle!

A while ago, I borrowed a piano book called Blues Hannon from Marg. I was looking at it today. I figure if I can learn some basic blues piano starting now, and practice a lot, I'll be able to play things like Equinox or K.C. Blues within 6 months....school permitting. I'm not looking forward to that.

Guitar-wise, I've been working on pinch harmonics. I used to screw around with those all the time, but only on the high frets, and I didn't even know what note was gonna come out. And finally, bass-wise, I am the best bassist in the world, as usual.

I got an e-mail from Yiorgos today saying:

"Well, the rumours were true and The End Cafe has been sold. It is officially changing hands on Wednesday and will be closed down for a week for renovations. It looks unlikely that the Sunday jam will be continuing there...."

So that's that! Of course, the End gets the prize for being the first business to survive for more than two weeks in that location. So, thanks to the whole band for making it happen, and to Kler, Tamlyn, Sarah, Nello, Kim and her friend, Melissa, Kian, SAMMEH, Liam, Adrian, Watson, Jacob, Luc, Luan, Logan, Pixie, Anne, Peter, Ernie, Margie, Liz, Victor, Cole, Gary, and Ilsa and O'Brien for coming out to support us.

The band:
Jason, Joel, Jon, Jim, Jim, Jeff, Ian, Steve, Alexei, Nathan, Aleisha, Mike, Graham, Gerry, Yiorgos, The Fab (and his friend whose name Ian can never remember), Andrew, Caralyn, Catherine, Pete, Peter, The Girl with the Vibes, Eric (the one time he was there, he was great), and everyone else.

Pile o' paint scrapers

So now my exams are completely done with (as of this morning). I have to pick up my report card from school on thursday between 10 am and noon, which sounds shifty. They might as well say "come to the back door and knock three times" as well.

Nils, Fab and I all rolled down to hear some ear-splitting noise at the Roundhouse last night. A cool $26 to see Evan Parker (tenor only, sadly), Barry Guy (baez and paintbrushes), Paul Lytton (drums and objects), and Agusti Fernandez (pianoforte and some kind of brick), plus The Thing with Ken Vandermark. The latter act I had never heard, so the whole event was more explosive than I could have imagined. This was my first 'free music' concert, and I couldn't believe how much better it was live!

When we sat down, Fab and I gathered round the Village Elder, Nils, and he told us many tales of the realm of free jazz. He was talking a lot about how one person might play something, then another will pick up on it/react to it, and it might just ricochet through the whole band. And when they came on, it didn't take much hard listening to notice this kind of thing; it was happening the entire time!

Paul Lytton's drum kit was surrounded on all sides by various objects on the floor, such as sticks, small cymbals, wooden frogs, paint scrapers, shells - anything that made sound. Which is everything. Most of the time he'd be reaching onto the floor to grab something new and putting it in the pile on top of his snare drum. It got full up there, so stuff was falling off constantly.

I find I like Barry Guy's playing best when he's on his own, but he wasn't without his highlights. The best part was when he had something that looked like a hairless bow shoved up under the strings, and whenever he touched it, it would rock back and forth, making a really cool sound.

Fernandez I hadn't heard more than about a minute of before. He looked conspicuous, because while the other three band members were wearing all black, he had on this lipstick-red shirt. He looked like Florian Schneider on the cover of The Man Machine. Anyhoot, he made fine use of harmonics on the piano throughout, and of course wasn't afraid to play using his elbows.

I wasn't familiar with anyone in The Thing or Ken Vandermark, but they were a treat. Interestingly, where the Evan Parker band would play in a sort of straight line, moving wherever they happened to move, The Thing tended to sort of build more. The two horn players, Vandermark and Mats Gustafsson, constantly played off each other; one might start a riff, and the other might either play lines over it or kind of expand it.

The ultimate treat with this band was, of course, getting to hear TWO baritone saxes at once!

Little sunflower

The second jazz piece Fab and I ever learned, yet no recordings have arrived on the internet yet! Well, here's one from the End cafe from March 23rd. Fab's not on this one - he had something fah more important to attend to than play some trivial cocktail music - if he was, the recording would go up on glissando. Some new material will be appearing on that page soon.

Steve Kaposy - drums / Jason Walters - tenor / Jerry Boey - trumpet / Ian Cameron - bass / Yiorgos - organ / Ridley - alto / Jim Burns - guitar

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Another entry about jazz at the End cafe? Boring!

That may seem like the case, but it's quite different now, because I'm not just listening anymore. I wrote a journal about it on January 27th.

Original title:
"Why this journal is late"

The reason I couldn’t submit this journal last monday is simple: I didn’t have time to write it on the weekend, because I was getting ready to play at the End Café on sunday night. So now I figure that I ought to write about what that was like.

Two sundays ago, The Fab and I were listening to live jazz at the End Café, as usual. Then Jason, the tenor player, came up to our table and asked, “So, when are you guys gonna come and play?!” “When we’re good enough,” I replied. “If I waited until I was ‘good enough’,” he said, “I would never play.” He made us promise to bring our instruments the next week. So we did.

We had four songs in our repertoire: “Equinox” by John Coltrane; “Little sunflower” by Freddie Hubbard; “Tune-up” by Miles Davis; and “Mr. P.C.”, also by Coltrane. I had been nervous the whole day. When I stepped onto the stage, though, all my questions of “What scales should I use?” etc. just disappeared. The band was Jason, Ian (bass), Graham (drums), and Jim (guitar). Ian began playing the distinct intro to “Equinox”¹. I was standing next to Jason. Were we going to play the melody together, or would I play it on my own? I opted for the former. Then, when it came time for solos, Jason and I soloed at the same time (I guess you’d call that a duet). This went on for some time - the drums got louder and more intense.

One of the most interesting things about the experience was finally being able to hear what musicians talked about on stage. Jason was guiding me through it: “After this bass solo, there will be a drum solo, then there might be a vamp coming up, or we might just go straight back to the melody, so be ready for that.” The said drum solo was incredibly dynamic - during one insanely quiet bit, I was kneeling right next to the bass drum, wondering if anyone else could even hear it.

We then played “Little sunflower”, and took a break. Fab and I returned to the stage at about twenty-to-nine for the last two songs of the night - “Tune-up” and “Mr. P.C.” Both were much faster then we were used to, and the band was bigger - we were joined by Jerry (trumpet) and another Jim (alto). There was also a different drummer, Alicia. My solo on “Tune-up” was probably my best that night, and Fab’s solo on “Mr. P.C.” was explosive. Jason told us, “You’re welcome to come back and play any time you want.” It was an excellent learning experience.

And That is why I didn’t do any homework last weekend.

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1: “Equinox” is most commonly played in the key of C minor, but according to The Jazz Theory book, “the best players like to play it in its original key, C-sharp minor” (the latter being a harder key to play in). When Jason asked which key Fab and I played it in, he was quite impressed that we fall into the “best players” category.
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We played the following week as well, but only on two songs, and took a break on the third week. This coming sunday, we'll play again, and just an hour ago I learned a new song: "Maiden voyage" by Herbie Hancock. I'm going to aim to learn Wayne Shorter's "Footprints" soon as well.

Journal from October eighth

Another "Write whatever you want" deal.

How I came to love jazz

An interesting topic, for it wasn’t as straightforward as it might have been had my parental units been jazz fans. My first real encounter would have taken place just before my birthday in 2005. I was dropping by a friend’s house, and her dad, Neill, had on this incredibly upbeat music. I was familiar with the sound, but I didn’t even know the name of the genre. I said, “I love this kind of music!” and borrowed the album.

On the morning of October eighteenth, my fourteenth birthday, my mother showed me an e-mail she’d received that she fancied to be quite comical, showcasing some ridiculous Halloween costumes. I, however, was quite un-amused, and elected to retire to the living room and listen to the album I’d borrowed; Misterioso by the Thelonious Monk Quartet. I had taken up the bass guitar two months previous, so my focus was primarily on the bass player, Ahmed Abdul Malik. The long, unaccompanied saxophone solos of Johnny Griffin also made an impression on me.

Now, I have no recollection why, but I returned the album soon after and didn’t ask to borrow any more jazz. It was not until sometime in mid-2006, when I began listening to Frank Zappa, that I became interested in jazz again. How this came about was simple; my mother decided that, since I was playing guitar, I should hear Zappa, and bought me a copy of Hot Rats. The thing that caught my ear more than anything else on the album was Ian Underwood’s sax solo on ‘The Gumbo Variations.’ Hearing this, combined with my discovery of the band King Crimson (whose early material features the sax prominently), made me think, ‘This is the instrument I have to learn.’

Around the same time, I was profusely studying music theory in The Guitar Handbook, which I had also borrowed from Neill. There was a short segment in the book describing everything a jazz guitarist has to know - virtually every imaginable chord and scale, and, importantly, he or she must be completely aware of what all the other members of the band are doing at any given time. (Of course, I didn’t know that this pretty much applies to jazz players on all instruments.) The very same day that I read this, I went to an opening at the Vancouver Art Gallery, where there was a live jazz trio playing - guitar, bass and drums. In retrospect, it was basically just ‘mingling’-type music, but I was still quite enthralled. I couldn’t fathom all the things happening in that guitarist’s nodding head.

I began listening to all the jazz that was available in my immediate sphere, mostly Charlie Parker, John Coltrane and Eric Dolphy. I began taking saxophone lessons in December, 2006 with Colin Maskell, and attended a gig he played at The Main on, you guessed it, Main Street. This gig was my first encounter with Joe Poole, whom I’ve mentioned before as my favourite drummer. My second favourite drummer is Shelly Manne, whom I’ve heard on Sonny Rollins’s Way out west album. His solo on ‘Wagon Wheels’ is one of my favourite moments in music.

I am still playing the saxophone, though Colin unfortunately is unable to teach privately anymore. As I’ve mentioned many times before, I attend live jazz nights every sunday at the End Café, and am reading The Jazz Theory Book by Mark Levine.

Post-Coffee House post

The Coffee House was a huge success! Above are the poster and the programme for the evening - I will soon post a video and some photos.

What a concept!

That is my English teacher, Gary's favourite phrase.

The concept in question, in this case, is free time! It's a long weekend and my homework is all done. I have now plenty of time to practice the saxophone and re-work my guitar piece. I have also learned, just today, how to assemble a walking bassline - the most useful thing I've learned in months.

I have also retrieved my N64 from the Cosmic Cop, who has been borrowing it for about two years. I can't wait to play Kirby!

Fab and I played our first ever gig last night at Zach's thirteenth birthday party! Utilizing electric guitar, with all my usual effects, and a keyboard-via-PA, we rocked the joint with 'Equinox' and 'Little Sunflower.' Because of the PA, I had my amp much louder than usual, and this caused even more feedback than I employ on even my noisiest days. During one of my clean moments, I quoted The Smiths' "Still Ill," which I've been waiting to do in public for the last week. Though I didn't notice it until someone pointed it out to me, I had my back turned to the fairly sizable audience the entire time we played.
In any case, it was fun, we got plenty of positive feedback (from people, as opposed to amplifiers), and it sort of functioned as a trial run for the coffee house. We also made some sweet cash!

I borrowed John Coltrane's final official album, Interstellar Space from Neill the other day, and have been listening to it madly. I'm always on about 'Calming Mr. Coltrane,' but I had never heard this, his most calming album of all. When I say 'calming,' by the bye, I mean it the same way I say 'hard-partying.' I put it on and did science homework!! After smashing my way (calmly) through this album a couple of times (once on public transit[1]), I decided to get around to listening to all the free jazz-type stuff Neill burned for me a few months back; Eric Dolphy, The Albert Ayler trio and The David Murray trio. I was already familiar with Dolphy -- he's one of my favourite musicians -- but I hadn't yet experienced 'Out There,' which I listened to the other day. It's now one of my favourite albums. My track of preference is 'Serene,' but all of them are good. Turning now to Albert Ayler, I remember Neill advising me, "The first time you hear it, you might just think, 'the guy can't play,' but just try and give him a chance." I listened to Spiritual Unity all the way through today, and it really is unlike anything else I've heard, in a good way. He certainly can play, but his stylings would definitely turn many people off. I still haven't listened to all of David Murray's Live '93 Octfunk, but I've liked all that I've heard. One of the bass solos knocked my damn toupee right off!!

I've also been obsessed with George and Ira Gershwin's "Summertime" of late. I always thought the Zombies' version was amazing -- and it is -- but it's clown music compared to Happy Apple Green's version. (I don't remember where I got this strange disfigurement of Al Green's name, but I've been using it since I was a tiny child, and I'm not stopping now.) Bird's version is also mind-bending. He incorporates a huge volume of turns, and his vibrato is frikkin astounding.

1: Other great 'transit' music, I've found, would include anything by T. Rex, and Youth Group's Skeleton Jar. Your thoughts on transit music?

Arranging and Woody Allen

So, why have I refrained from writing for so long? Well, I was busy with band camp for the first three weeks, but I have no excuse beyond that.

The band camp took place at a highschool way out in new westminster. It involved an hour of traveling both ways each day. The day would commence with the beginner band, during which people were encouraged to try taking up a new instrument. My choice was the oboe, which does a real number on your face. One has to suck one's face in while blowing out into a very small space. I think I'll wind up taking it up in the future, but not the near future. This portion of the day would last from nine til ten. The songs were kind of what one would expect from a beginner band. Just marching band music. Advanced band would then proceed from ten til eleven, during which I played the (only) alto sax. Pretty much everything we played during this section was music from movie soundtracks, but not music you remembered from same. However, I will admit the music from 'Jurassic Park' is somewhat interesting, in that it sounds like a giant accordion (there was no accordion in the band), and the theme from 'The Incredibles' at least rocks out a bit and has a section in 5/4. The final third of the day was the jazz band, which had everyone split into groups, given lead sheets, and told to create an arrangement of the song of their choice. My group was fricken way too big, because the six of us were all too lazy to approach anyone in the time envelope provided for us to do so. I was the only alto, and with me were two tenors, a bass guitar, a flute, and a clarinet. Our song of choice was 'Tenor Madness' by Sonny Rollins, as everyone learned it by like day three anyway. The first night after we were put in our group, I was up late thinking about our arrangement, but nothing I thought of panned out. We had virtually no chemistry, and it sure as hell didn't help that one of the tenors was in a perpetual daze and literally refused to believe that I was homeschooled. I might as well have said I was from saturn. Anyhow, after vast amounts of help from Colin(you remember Colin, right?) and the teacher's aids, we wound up with an arrangement. On the last day, there was a perfrormance from each group (the beginner, advanced, and jazz bands). Fab was even in attendance! Our small group's performance went alright, except the ending of it really didn't. Oh, and my saxophone decided not to cooperate entirely during my one-chorus solo. But it was still a very good day. Fab, Stella and I went the End afterwards.

The last two weeks of live jazz at the End have been very different from usual. Two weeks ago, both Jason and Steve were sitting out, so there was an entirely new band besides Ian. Also, Liam wasn't there. There was an altoist, a trumpeter, and a guitarist. It was almost eerie without the drums, and during their first tune, I was thinking, "This is poor! They're hardly tight at all". But by their third tune, they were improving vastly. A second guitarist arrived for their second set, and he brought them together like hell. It certainly shows how even remotely different combinations of people yield entirely different music. He resembled Woody Allen, so he's become known to us as Woody Allen, although I believe his name is Oscar. He's quite amazing. Last week had a similar lineup, but Steve was back. Our group was also quite large. It included me, Fab, Melissa, Liam, Sam, and even Graham was there for the first three songs. Liam remarked, "I can see what you mean about Woody Allen. He's really good, and he mopped the floor with the other guitarist!".

"I hate everything that I don't own" -M. Gira

Not to quote him out of context or anything.
The great thing about not writing a blog entry in over 2 weeks --and I know it's been longer than that-- is that when you finally come back to it, you have tons to write about. Ergo, I've tons to write about.

Last wednesday I went to see Bjork in deer lake park with Stella. I said, "The gates are opening at five, so we should get there at four." Stella told me it would be an old crowd who wouldn't show up until the gates opened. She said, "Remember how we got to Lisa Germano an hour early and had nothing to do?" And granted, that was my idea, but as I told Stella, "Lisa Germano isn't Bjork." We wound up pretty much right at the front. And what can I say about it? It's Bjork. Whenever I go to a concert, I always think it's the best I've been to.

Before jazz on sunday, Stella, Fab and I went to the opening of a little restaurant at 49th and fraser. We met a woman who told us about a place called the Butcher Shop that has an open mic night once a month. She gave us her card and told us to email her for more info. Fab and I then proceeded to the End. The band had a different bassist whose name was Ian. He was certainly something! They played Blues for Alice, which is always a treat, and told us they'd have to start giving us a cut from the tip jar for showing up every week.

That same day, I was going to lend Fab The Perks of being a wallflower, as it is a somewhat Catcher in the rye-esque book. He wound up forgetting it, and this prompted me to read it. I finished it and liked it as much as the first time I read it.

Colin was sick last week, so there was no sax lesson. He was well enough to teach yesterday, though. He told me he'd only be teaching for another month, as "things are getting too hectic." He said he'd recommend someone at the end of the month.

Fab made me promise to write the guitar solo (that I've been supposed to write for over a month) "the next time I pick up the guitar." I wrote it today, finally. I found a way to make dying pig noises using the phaser. I find them much more expressive than dying cat noises. Those are mostly unplanned dissonance.

One day I will cover the entire Man Machine album by Kraftwerk.

It seems monday is the blog day. I just don't feel inclined to write during the rest of week, you understand.

I'm supposed to write a guitar solo for the piece Fab and I have been working on. Well, I've been supposed to write it for a few weeks. Now Fab's cracking down: "I want this bitch recorded by next week!!" He's also always saying that since half of it is written, I may as well improvise the rest. "[Nils] is probably the only one who's ever gonna listen to it. And it's not like he's gonna go, 'Hmm, that sounds like unplanned dissonance!!' or 'That last bar didn't sound like a cat dying!!'". On the other hand, the jazz hand, we've been trying to play better blues than, you know, wanking guitar solo blues. (Even though it's always time for a wanking guitar solo.) I'm slowly improving. My sax homework this week is to steal an idea from Mr. Parker.

We went to the see the live jazz last night, but we were only joined by Luan, and even then, not til halfway through the second set. During the break, Steve (the drummer) sat down at our table. We talked for quite a while. He said he'd been playing drums for twenty years, but jazz for just one. He asked what kind of music we play. I said, "Well, we've been debating what to call it for a while. I say it's called chamber rock," and Fab said, "And I insist that it's prog rock". Steve said, "I love prog rock!", and we got into this long conversation about prog rock, and he gave us his list of Prog Rock Classics.

The last tune was Well You Needn't by Mr. Melodious Thunk, during which Joel (the bassist) quoted my favourite Coltrane tune, Syeeda's Song Flute.

And I met Eliot the other day. She was pretty tiny, but bigger than I expected. You couldn't put her in your lapel or anything.

These characters are not allowed: !

Well, I've tons to write about today.

First of all, Marg had her baby on the 24th at around 1:30 am, as I understand. Her name is Elliot. They're at home now, but I haven't seen them.

Now onto a totally different topic. I found out how to catch Mew in red & blue versions. If that sentence meant anything to you, read on.
On wikipedia, I happened to stumble across a page devoted to glitches in pokemon games. It talked all about the one I remember exploiting, the Missingno. glitch, and several others. But the one that made me really wake up was The Mew Glitch. When I was a kid, there was this big tale that one could catch a Mew by not getting on the boat, blah blah blah, and I tried it, and it didn't work. But anyway, there was a link to a video of someone doing it on the wikipedia page. And I'm planning on doing it. Catching the Mew. Yeah!

At my last lesson, Colin told me to learn Parker's solo from Now's The Time. I've learned some of it, maybe about a sixth of it. There's this mad part (circled below) that's way too fast, and he goes all over the fuckin place, but I'm slowly getting better at it. As you can see, there are madder parts forthcoming.

Yesterday was sunday, so of course, I went to the End cafe to see the live jazz ensemble with Fab, Sarah and Luan. There was a canucks game on, and dozens of screens all over the cafe, so the music was postponed until the end of the game. Fab was saying, "I'm used to hockey preempting shows I want to watch, but I never thought it would preempt live jazz". I was saying, "If it goes into overtime, I'm killing someone". Thankfully, the Caknuckleheads lost, and the band started. It was the same trio as last week, and I can even remember all their names now. It was Joel Kerr on bass, Jason Walters on tenor sax, and Steve Kaposy on drums. After about 3 tunes, the trumpeter showed up. His name was Chad, but they didn't tell us his last name. Their first set was quite enjoyable, then they took a short break. We were directly in front of the stage and also the only table tipping them, and this made Mr. Walters suspicious. He came up and asked, "So do you guys play?". We said yes, and he asked if we knew any tunes. I said I've only been playing a few months. He told us when we learn some tunes, we should play with them some time. I find this bodes well! Their second set was pretty damn amazing. Jason thanked us for coming.

I've seen Grindhouse twice now

A few days ago, I was at the End cafe, and I noticed a sign that said, "Live jazz, 7-9 pm on sundays". Which is exactly what I've been wanting them to have since day one. Stella and I met Fab there last night. They had already started by the time we got there. They were a trio. Tenor sax, bass and drums. The bassist's name was Joel Kerr, and his solos were highly impressive. He certainly had his shit together! I don't remember the saxophonist or drummer's names, but I'll find out and post them sometime soon. I recognised one song they played during their first set, Cousin Mary by John Coltrane, and they did it well! They took a very long break, during which Stella left. A guitarist came along and set up before they went back on. After a couple of tunes with this guitarist, who was quite exceptional, a trumpeter showed up. He was wearing an Al Capone hat. "You're just in time," they told him. "Just in time for what?" "F minor blues." "I love F minor blues!!" His solos were the most impressive of all. A lot of neat ideas. They ended with my favourite Charlie Parker tune, Blues for Alice. A treat! I'm going to try to convince a boatload of people to go next week.

Over the last two days, our neighbour Marg has been paying me to paint some cabinets for her. She's pregnant, you understand. I woke up this morning and was informed in short order that Marg's water had broken a month early. I was instructed to let the plumber into her house if he showed up. I am also being employed to walk our other neighbour's dog all week. Thus, my to do list for today was a mile long. The problem with this being that I haven't played sax at allll since tuesday. SO, I waited around for the plumb man for like an hour, then I took Cookie out, walked Chester (the other dog), painted the fockin' cabinets, ate some god damn lunch, then FINALLY played some zagzofone. Tomorrow will be a repeat of today, only without waiting around for that fockin' plumb-fool. Anyways, with all these jobs, it's been a good money week.

Everything I would have written

Sorr-ry I haven't written in a while.

Mel (my sax teacher), whose real name is actually Colin, invited me to see him play a set at a Greek restaurant last Friday. He said they were a trio "with an incredible bassist and an incredible drummer". I brought a truckload of people with me. Fab, both his parents, Cosmic clock, Sylvia and Wallis. He played tenor throughout both their sets. I recognised only one song they played, but I don't know the name.

During his solos, he never played any light-speed passages or anything. He always took his time, and his thoughts and ideas were extremely clear. I forget the bassist's name, but as Sylvia remarked as soon as she sat down, "They have an excellent bass player". Whenever we applauded at the end of one of his solos, he would nod at us.

The drummer's name was Joe, and he was very young. He had guitar face: drummer's edition. But he was entitled to it. I recall the first time I saw a live jazz band at an opening at the art gallery. The guitarist had an expression that is probably exclusive to jazz players. Kind of like he was high on his music, or as Jimmy Ricardo once put it, "He is having an inner communion with his God, the musical note". And that is how Joe looked, but much more over-the-top. Everyone in the place obviously loved him. His solos were almost like their own pieces of music. My new favourite living drummer (my favourite dead one being Shelly Manne, who played on Sonny Rollins's Way out west).

Everyone talked about it the whole ride home. I think everyone had an excellent time. When I asked Cosmic, so did you enjoy yourself this evening, she said she was surprised how good they were. I said yes, he said they had an incredible bassist and an incredible drummer. She said, "And he wasn't lying. But what he failed to mention is that he was good at playing, too".

On the drive, there is a corner where no business can succeed. There have been about three restaurants in the last three years. About a month ago, a new cafe opened there called The End. Stella and I went there to see if it was frequent-worthy. There are no coffee shops in our neighbourhood (no good ones anyway). It was clean, you could order just a coffee or a whole meal, the waitress had a lovely accent, there were a googolplex different places to sit (leather furniture, even), and the food was cheap but perfectly good. Five out of five fish on the Bishop scale!

Fab and I met at said cafe on Sunday and had dinner. We then proceeded back to Stella's to jam, the outcome of which can be heard on our blog. Glissando isn't a band name, it's just a cool word. Stella has forbidden us from discussing a band name until we have recorded at least six compositions. We will continue tomorrow before Eureka Seven, which unfortunately has been moved to eleven o'clock.