The Official Hog Blog
Wednesday, December 24, 2003
just in case yer wonderin there is so much parking in front of the apartment on christmas eve. like fer sure. i could park. move the truck. then park it somewhere farther. and then nearer. i could park yer friends cars too. i could save parking for yer friend. thats how much there is.
Monday, December 22, 2003
The most beautiful sound she'd ever heard was the tinkling of crystal being washed by her kids. There is nothing more a mother loves than the sound of her very own children doing the dishes. Hell. doing the laundry isnt as musical, but what silence the laundry emits... a low humming that could be a fog horn. that could be the train rolling through after midnight, that could be the drumming neverending madness of elvin jones, that could be the wind through the shades, that could be the mumble of the rabbit....
"when we gonna cook that rabbit , hyar?" he asked poking at the cage in the corner, " its eaten enough. Its fat enough. we should eat it!"
The menace in his voice made her wince. The rabbit was old and didnt serve much purpose in these times. Well... no purpose but to eat.... but she liked this rabbit. considered it a pet, even... even after it had bitten her the very first time she saw it, when she tried to pick it up and bring it home, it bit her square in the nose. nope, in fact that bite convinced her it was time to bring it home and call it pet names like boo-boo and punchy. she fed that bunny and took care of it when its nose was too runny and when the winter rains came in she made sure there was a quilt over that cage.
"Aint nobody eatin that thar rabbit," and as if to emphasize her point, she added a very perfunctory, "I know you hear me, Glen."
"Dont say Glen... my name," he said slower,"like I was some kinda retard, Betsy. I know you love this hyar rodent, but we aint et in a long time, and my stomach is about to jump up outta my gut until I start squeezing this lil critter's sweet parts out'a his eyeballs and make him into stew."
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
I learned something today. I learned that jazz bass players have issues with insecurity as much as the next guy. Maybe its because they are part of the rythm section. Mebbe iss becausetey dont have projection like the trumpet got, and them types of things. maybe its just hard to find parking after dark, and if we werent rehearsing.... parking that volvo would be easier.
whatever the case may be, I bet most musicians, no matter when and where you run into them will tell you how hard it is to play music.
difficult man.
And I'll bet its hard in different arenas.
Dig, wont you? I get butterflies going onstage at the Makeout Room, but not when I play at the Utah...
I get Butterflies just thinking about playing in any city outside of San Francisco. but not in blissfield
Does every musician get nervous?
See...... I would like to know.
Cuz, I'd also like to know how them muffuggahs got so bad ass. sho nuff I do. cuz like, I'm just tryin to hold my alongside shit. muffugah try to do some crazy assed solo thats in some augmented key, and bring it up after wars like I knew wat the fuck he talkin about.
shit. augmented key and shit.
I just know that doo was trying to accomodate hisself to feel prolific and shit.
do you know?I mean...
