4:00 in the afternoon and just finishing my first cup of coffee. Yesterday was the mother of all marathon mixing sessions.
Lou Whitney and I were at the board from 8:30 Monday morning until 5:15 this morning. This was after 13 hours on Sunday-gig Saturday night etc., etc., etc. I got to hand it to Lou, he never backed off, never wavered. I just got off the phone with him; he’s on his way to a casino gig in Oklahoma. Rock and Roll never sleeps.
Anyway, this isn’t just a whining, “I’m tired”, post.
I got something I want to show you.
A few weeks back, Lloyd Hicks came in to do some percussion stuff. We were looking for a certain tambourine sound on something. We needed a tambourine with a drum head on it. Lou has a bunch of stuff laying around and Lloyd brought a bunch of stuff but, no tambo with a head. Anyway, Lou went to the back room and pulled out this gem. I’ve never seen anything like it.
The Barbara Mandrell tambourine.
Honest, I don’t know why stuff like this always fascinates me but, it does.
[tags] Barbara Mandrell Tambourine [/tags]
Did the barbara tambourine made it onto the recording? I hope so, it’s not everyday that you get the opportunity to capture a classic.
yeah-it made it to the record, chris=you are going to hear it and want one of your own
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08R8tgvXa7o
Hello Men and Women of Pribek:
Jack, in context of “Anyway, this isn’t just a whining, “I’m tired”, post.”
Does anyone really know what time it is? anyone care? Way back, did anyone warn you the nights and days of your art would become liquid mercury tablets to write on, and desert demons would taunt you when you are exhausted?
I suspect no one reminded you; apologize to no one, especially me, I’m in collusion. Testament of the blood, sweat and tears of command performance art is all that is required. “Uglier is bettier?” More Ugly, more ugly! You create state-of-the-art, and others listen. I think I remember Stephen Stills was always on Young’s ass telling him they need to record all the time; maybe it was Crosby and others… they didn’t; they rested.
In context of a process of documenting your patent sounds, and art, I humbly submit mantric artist, A. Grey for you to maybe find some inspiration and encouragement. I believe your testimony is your art.
[Because I aspire "mental" as you might know I can say the following] In mental hospitals doctors don’t do much for patients; the patients heal each other… so we should say… when its done we will listen. Hey, the music lasts longer than all generations of mankind, and we will be edified, and you will critically listen for tweaks “you could’ve done.” Hey!
I understand you have supported yourself with improvisation from the beginning. Please don’t leave us craving portions of it. Like that youtube of Zappa… wow they are so percussed, you are on the brink of edification! Thanks for sharing your heart-felt anxieties and exhaustion.
As always, with warm regards, >pd/moopig
ps. Babara sure has potato diggin’ knees… not complainin’ this foggy morning in Bryan.
Pat’s last blog post..Bulletin: BLOGGER STRIKE
Thanks for bringing Grey to my awareness Pat, interesting ideas on consciousness. I would like to see the work in person. That’s the only way to really “get it” isn’t it? I mean this; the times that I have truly felt a gut reaction to a painting are the times when I was literally confronted by them. I have written several times about an experience I had, at a museum, when I walked around a corner and saw a Rothko painting that took up an entire wall. It shook me. I had seen these things in books my whole life and they just seemed silly. In confrontation, the painting demanded reaction.
At first I couldn’t remember if you had told me about Alex Grey or not lots of years ago. Desiree, 14, #2 daughter has fallen totally in love with the artwork and the artist. I’m glad we all have the same reaction; yes seeing it would certainly be akin to a Rothko encounter.
That is my reaction exactly when I have been fortunate in visiting museums and galleries around. At the Frick Collection near Central Park NY, I walked in and got the Bam-zam from an el Greco. As usual the photo doesn’t do what live does for the brain receptors: justice.http://collections.frick.org/Obj879$1124
Colors in this painting are as great as it gets; el Greco communicated new ideas into my head, with brush and pigment, from the grave. eh?
I wish we could make it to some of the gigs, for Thirst ‘n Howl. Does Lovey attend those gatherings? >pd