interstellar space

Kurt wanted me to check out this drummer he thought i would like, his name is Rashied Ali, bad ass...
the album is John Coltrane's "Interstellar Space", a duet, drums and sax...i had never heard anything like it. hearing musicians play free was a style i had not been exposed to. blue jazz, big band, fusion...i was very familiar with jazz but not like this...something very special indeed. it reminds me of a fractal; so much detail and still there is endless space. they seem to play in shapes and colors...the flurries between them and alone is really magical.
this led me to more of Coltrane's 'academic' jazz, ohm, meditations, ascension...full bands on these, unreal musicianship; Elvin Jones is playing drums on these now also, some with Rashied some without...Elvin has a completely different style, more animistic than Ali's surgical style...i love the great Elvin, i listened to him quite a bit with Coltrane's classic quartet...Coltrane, Tyner, Garrison and Jones...that is some spiritual music...i would have to say that in my opinion that group recorded the definitive version of "my favorite things"...it's absolutely mind blowing...i had the great fortune of seeing, photographing and meeting Elvin; Coltrane's son Ravi was playing with him too...pretty great night.

National Cross Dressing Day...

imagine a day when you walk outside and the whole city is in a cross dressing frenzy...i think it would be good for the moral fiber of this country if everyone could relax enough to drop their guards down for a day and dress up like their opposite. think about it, it's like backwards day or pajama day in pre-school...the thought of men having to do their nails the night before, get up an extra hour early to primp, pick out an outfit, go through the entire scope of a woman's morning and head off to school or work...the women just rolling out of bed, givin' the jimmy and boys a morning scratch, throwing on some cloths and hitting the door...the homophobes and womanizers may learn a lesson in all of this, the closet gays could have a day of freedom with out divulging their secrets...the trannies would be celebrated for their grace and beauty...the assholes, well they'll just still be assholes...there's no cure for assholes.

i'll cop a Good and Plenty just for a taste...

...but you have to carefully crack the candy shell without damaging the sweet nectar inside...that's BS...can't a guy just get some quality black licorice...not red, because mainly red is not licorice, it has no licorice ingredient thus making it, not actual "licorice" but thanks anyway clueless register guy for the direction towards the twisted strawberry extravaganza, it's not licorice...not to be too overly obsessive but shit...it's a red twist, let it be said...anyway, all one can really get lately in the convenient stores seems to be some grab ass attempt called Twizzlers...total crap, taste like wax...now the Amish...they know how to make some black licorice! delightful...in closing i will vent one more bitch toward the war on black candies...you can find Dots everywhere but try to find the Mason Companies first boxed deliciousness...the Black Crow chewy licorice flavored candy, nowhere to be found in my neck of the woods. for me being the kid that would always want the black licorice flavored jelly beans when no one else wanted them...shit i was like the Mother Goose if you will, the benevolent foster home for wayward black chewy and rock candy no one else would have...WTF...it's time to re-integrate the candies!!!! President Obama, we need to talk....