1001 Disco Days

Routine maintenance dance, a la Mierle Ukeles.  Danced an hour to most recent Terrasonic set. I did have a rather musical dream last night: I'm in some kind of military camp, running around on an uneven rock-strewn field with my platoon/team, doing maneuvers, playing some sort of frisbee game, like a big game of monkey in the middle played by teams. We're having fun, keeping fit, making some great throws and catches, leaping off a rock to grab the frisbee and then rolling landing. Rob Wilson, the head of the St. Francis Prep English dept. is our laid-back sergeant. He's that type in real life too, the guy who's cool as long as you're cool. He motions us off the field where we go to a long "mess" table. There are other platoons sitting at other tables, a loud raucous lunch scene. At each place setting there is nice linen, silver-wear, filled water glasses, a wine glass, and I'm delighted to see that, at every setting, there are identical glass-pipes wit

Today I tried something different and invited a dozen people to join the dance to Joel Davis’ Check It Out set at 2:45 PM, virtually in our minds. Sheri, Marina, Brice and maybe Brian joined in. I texted this to them afterward, “Thx for joining. That was a mellower set than he normally does for check it out, though some Great moments  along the way. Im still sweating hard though. A lot of thought usually goes into his sets. Like the way he started with just enough George Thorogood, just a taste, for the joke of drinking alone, and to get the voodoo of the music rolling, But not toooo much, Which is tricky with that guy.  The Johnny Cash Who cover of Pinball Wizard was a fun treat.  Some soul searching stuff in there too. It was definitely more fun knowing you were out there dancing, as I rapport with the essence of you that I know in the infinite inner space. I’ll try it again tomorrow with a more heavy dance oriented set.” Also it is worth putting out there this absurd move. After one

Around the neighborhood to Beck’s deeply herointastic Mutations, floating on ether, cathartic dirge dance. 

Three day memorial weekend, went back to Queens, so no dancing. In fact even the cemetery was closed, sad face. I feel old quickly when I’m not dancing, sore, lethargic, creaky. When I’m dancing I feel newer than new. So today I went hard to the new mix masterpiece from Joel Davis. So so good. I was heavy end of the dance by the third song in.  Between this ecstatic and extended hour long dance, and kayaking and playing in the lake water with my daughters after lunch makes this one of the best days of my life.

A shorter dance today, but deep and good, largely due to Joel Davis’ new “Camped-in mindpace” show on Mixcloud. So inspiring.  Also I spent a half hour playing piano to “New Classical playlist” on Spotify, so was already deep in the music. First time I have done that, but it’s going to be a thing methinks.

Went deeper into the heart of dearly departed. Began by playing to David Correa. 

15 minutes into this walk and I’ve already taken 15 pictures, had a religious experience, danced to three songs, and ended up writing a poem in my head: Twirling leaves we named helicopters, helicopters should be named twirling leaves, built in a way to slowly spiral to the ground. When I see it, it’s a quick twirl down and grabs me, and we go, I see trailers, and then I see trailers of the trailers in my mind Zai. And then a clumpSeven leaves in a bunch +3 babies fall at my feet in the soft breeze, this early in spring. Voila. Back to the dance. Joel Davis I need to send a bottle of chartreuse to.

All the drama of Proust (write it!) Reader I married him 

I missed getting my sweat on and dancing this weekend. Two days in a row. Plus drinking. This morning I was in a bad mood. I took a 20 minute meditation, emptied my thoughts, got down to pure breath. That alone is so healing. But then I went outside, put on new Joel Davis dance mixMasterpiece Theatre, and did a loop around Candlewood lane.  I stopped on the way and made a web installation, see below, part one of a new series I think.  Then when I got back there was still a half an hour to go in the mixmasterpiece piece set, so I danced hard in front of the mayor and bathed myself in sweat. It was such a great ending to the set , Missy Elliot, total surprise coming from Joe Davis, into basshead, an old obscure hip-hop Love of mine, into early public enemy, into Fela Kuti finish. It’s amazing what a good DJ can do, make you not want to quit after going at it hard for an hour.  After the set I put on Dick Hyman, part of Patrick Burns’ Spotify playlist of 60s obscurities. I was pretty stok

Moondog on a hike with girls. Then the new Terrasonic show, just “the perfect blend of groove and weird” as Joel Davis says himself in the show.  Good dance. 12 days in a row! Fantastique.

Today Has a brainstorm of listening to recently Departed, Aldo Bassi, David Correa, Malibongwe, Tony Allen, Bill Withers, Little Richard. What a way to Wake. I tell Sofia  I will do a live one as a peace project.  This will also double as a way to get PR for peace party club.  May it be so.  Also 

Dancing to new Terrasonic while exploring a lake

Around 3pm, exhausted from hours in front of the computer reading essays, a feeling of slothy malaise starts to close in on me.  That's when I notice the trigger of the gun pointing at me, and pull it. (After I turn it around of course.) I get up off the couch, spirit-like, and pour myself a delicious cup of caffeine, Trader Joe's amazing Chai of late. Then I go outside, or downstairs, and do a yoga/dance/work-out for a full hour. I do about 15 minutes of yoga, 10 minutes of push ups and sit ups and then 45 minutes of dancing hard. At the beginning I'm having a hard time not hating life. By the end I'm loving it. The biggest key for getting you out of the nose dive and into a rocket boost is the soundtrack and system. And there is no better soundtrack these days, than the recent show Mixmasterpiece Theater on radiorethink.com, put together by my old Bouldernpal Joel Davis, AKA The Vibrarian. I have  listened to a LOT of DJs in my life,  but Joel is the  best in the We

I dragged myself out of deep nappy sloth, after hours of doing school work on the computer, and, after a cup of strong tea, worked my way into probably the most fully ecstatic state of aliveness, through dance, that you could reach, the nth state, where you almost feel as if you are going to implode and explode at the same time. Every song was a journey in movement and creativity. The music is moving you and you are playing with it in return. At one point, in a mash up between The Digital Underground's "Dowhutchulike" and The Gap Band's, "Oops Upside Your Head," I found myself punching myself in circles, first a left to the jaw, spin around like a cartoon boxer, and then here comes the right, spin the other way, and then quickly back and forth, right jaw, then left jaw, while making hilarious faces at myself in the mirror, with my jaw moving back and forth with the punches to the beat. Later the girls come in, for 20 minutes, and we play all sorts of games

RIP Little Richard I once read that when David Bowie was a boy he decided he wanted to be Little Richards’ saxophone player when he grew up. Just listen about 16:30 into this, to the sax break, and you get it. I can’t imagine a better approximation in music of a young man taking off like a rocket. Must’ve blown Bowie’s mind and set him on fire. https://youtu.be/jt9OwMLNPAc I busted loose today to a solid gold hour to celebrate a great soul of rock and roll. What better way to send someone out than dancing hard to music which they themselves made as few could?

Tony Allen RIP Danced to your beats for awhile, then Billy Idol’s Dancing With Myself. Thought I should do it live on FB, but didn’t have enough balls.  Still I want to challenge 5 to do a video of themselves dancing to same song. Make it viral. Today’s Big Idea. Another big idea I’m close to pulling trigger on, a Zoom dance party to The Vibrarian’s live show on Radiorethink this Friday at 11 p. Lucia came in and we danced 5 or so songs together, a thrill!   a thrill!