1001 Disco Days

For my work out today I danced to the new Nick Cave album, Skeleton Tree. This one is orchestral, slow and lyrically driven, such a good record. I learned afterward from Pitchfork that near the album's completion Nick Cave's twin son fell from a cliff and died. My heart sank. "The song [Jesus Alone] was among the first Cave wrote for the record, yet its opening image—'You fell from the sky, crash-landed in a field near the River Adur'—feels unbearably prescient." God. Glad I didn't know that about this album before I danced to it. It would have been too hard to move. As it was I entered a strange upside down world. The ceiling in the basement is so low I can almost put my elbows on it. So with my eyes shut I put my hands up on the ceiling and pretended like it was the floor, and I the gravity was low enough that I could move around on my hands. It was a self-illusion. About half way through the album I wanted to try something more cardi...

Release of the day in the basement while Gen put the girls to bed, sneaking it in. The soundtrack was the first mixtape from Joel Davis' new joint, Conduit. https://blog.conduitmusic.co/why-conduit-approach-to-music-discovery-is-different-and-better/ Near the end is a remix of CSN+Y's "Back To The Garden." "Got To Get Yourself Back To The Garden." And part of this dance tonight is about shaking off the tension between Genevieve and Lucia (who is a handful) and then this, and suddenly I'm Adam and Gen is Eve (Genevieve) and I'm letting go of knowledge, of thinking, and getting back to the garden. I'm thinking about that Paul Valèry quote, "When you think, you lose the thread." Try to hold onto the thread. "Lose yourself in the music, the moment." Eminem

Dancing hard to the new Jack White Acoustic Album, high on vibes left over from a brilliant weekend, feeling that bodily confluence with the music like I haven't for awhile. In full shake, rattle and roll, stop, break beat, go go go mode. I did some yoga postures afterward, and as I did I began to hum/om along to the music, in key. Music yoga. In different poses, different registers of voice. Bending down to a low om from the chest, hands raised in the air, go high and sing in the head. Singing up the chakras, singing back up, with Jack White in the lead. I just slipped into these new sonic asanas, like I once slipped into 5/5 time while playing a 3/3 Bach Partita (it was so different that way!) like I slipped recently into a pure effluvium of swirling shapes and colors while meditating, like the substratum of thought itself. No thought at all! The first time I've ever been able to get there, just the endless spin of the elements. Slip in the slipstream to somewhere new alt...

When I blew out my birthday candles this year it seemed sacrilege to wish for anything beyond the moment itself. I just blew. No wishes... Dexter and Nori brought a bottle of Hudson Valley Bourbon, best I've ever had, with a burnt caramel flavor, wood smoke, pass it around, get a magic 8 Ball from KC Trommer, kids go crazy, Lilla brings a peach torte from patisserie, Amy brings a peach pie, Cristina, fancy snacks and socks, Therese a painting of a hummingbird, Catherine a handle of rum, Nonna and Papa delicious boursin cheese, Marco oak aged beer, Quinn guitar strings, picks and a pear, Tyler and Karen, wine and a watermelon: and more I'm forgetting, suffice to say it was superabundance. Just so happens that Flicks & Jazz in the Garden was scheduled on my birthday. Big band jazz plays for an hour. Meanwhile I throw a giant frisbee high so it comes back to me, as if I was playing catch with the sky, while dozens of kids swirl around me trying to catch it t...