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look, when an ex
[or a sincere, wavering/exiting premie] has
something serious to present here and has put in
some thoughtful time + effort, let's just be
careful not to cavalierly take a dump on or diss it
[for jollies] -- each of us is different
and unique, which I do respect - and something each
of us should appreciate.
Sorry such, but that's out of order, 99% of
the time I curb my tongue, even I'm not stupid
enough not to acknowledge the 'premie' sensitivity
here, whether recent or long term ex.
But Anybody taking lil potshots, or tweaking my
nose, or appending vulgarities to a serious
purposeful post is gonna git it right back
karmically in da face, as a lesson, if necessary.
If you will notice, I don't Initiate spats with
other exes. (btw, I stopped being a doormat for
flamers when I left the cult.) [I really didn't
enjoy rubbing someone else's face in his own caca
recently, either, though it was well-deserved under
the circumstances.] 'constructive' is the modus
operandi I personally am striving for here.
[not nit-picking semantics or dissing exes'
personal choices] sheesh, the idea is Not to
drive all these people away. I consciously post
here for a definite purpose, as do many other exes
- not to simply waste precious time that could be
better spent [or money earned and projects
completed].
What makes you think it's any different for
anyone else? Jesus such, that's such an arrogant
statement. But the use of the word 'vulgarities'
sums it up, and was exactly my point about being
pious.
Yeah, I am undeniably and unabashedly 'pious',
too -- I have a deep reverence for the universal
life energy which creates, operates, destroys
universes and sustains all life and existence,
eternally. that's part of My schtick -- My life
choice, My freedom, My right, My experiences. I
don't need to defend that choice. But if someone
thinks otherwise, then that stupid or ignorant
person is violating My personal space and may be
meted the reward of a swami hickory stick.
In a public forum, statements like your previous
paragraph I find offensive, but I defend your right
to make them, it seems it doesn't wash the other
way though
incidentally, besides publishing and teaching
college, I have been a professional musician and
composer for almost 35 years, incl stints with some
of the most wonderful musicians in the world. So, I
clearly have developed my own strong preferences in
music. While I respect others' rights to their
musical tastes, I am not interested at all in
industrial, thrash, punk, rap, etc. or discussing
such noise seriously. I don't like that loud
abrasive music; it physically hurts my ears very
badly, is unhealthy to my nervous system, and
frankly MTV amateurs wanking on guitars and
primping pop ego-posers just make me ROFL [or
wanna hurl].
+ I am an old swami, not some kid who grew up on
disco, Britney Spears or Black Flag or the
Backstreet Goys [i.e. goyim]. I like Bach,
Hariprashad Chaurasia, Vaughn-Williams, Dvorak,
Debussy, Miles, Monk, Trane, Keith Jarrett, Shiv
Kumar Sharma, Nat Cole, Weather Report, Shakti,
Segovia, Pepe Romero, Sunny Ade, Marley, and so
forth -- all legit and original musicians and
composers, not techno wannabes or copycats with
samplers, drum machines, and worldly delusions of
grandeur [sic miragey or rapster Snoopy Doggy
Doo]. I don't turn the car radio tuner to that
KRAP radio station, either. When I cruise on the
motorways, I like jazz, and in heavy traffic
soothing chamber music or ragas.
The previous two paragraphs I find
unbelievable, I've heard some awful jazz and
classical music, in my time too. Every genre of
music has good producers of it and bad, I've been
to & heard Keith Jarrett get so far up his own
arse it was embarrassing, much as I loved his early
seventies stuff with Charlie Motian etc, and some
of his 'standards'.
Dancing? Ever tangoed to Astor Piazzolla? Check
out that movie 'Scent of a Woman.' Now, that's what
I call dancing! See, I don't dance without a real
good partner. There aren't many who can dance well
or gracefully with a partner anymore. It's mostly
self-absorbed gyrating nowadays, pelvic thrusting,
and drug or alcohol-induced. I see lust in that,
and/or people trying to lose themselves in the
multimedia effect [or a dose of dangerous
ecstasy]. where is the romance, the grace, the
beauty in that? I don't see it.
Well you have obviously COMPLETELY missed the deep
side of modern dancing, and the joys of music
produced to enhance your chemikal experiences and
alter your neurone patterns, and as for lust, good
job there was some, or you wouldn't be here for
one, by the way the point of multi-media is not to
lose yourself at all, completely the reverse, but
then your prejudices display why you would have
misunderstood this
Rave? hey, My Generation Invented the musical
use of that word. Ever hear of that album: Rave Up
with the Yardbirds? My own bands used to jam for
hours on end -- improvising electronic trances at
smokey clubs back in the 60s for the freaks. We had
real analog synths, too, in the early 70s, not
pre-programmed sampled keyboards. We had to create
our own sounds from the wave shapes, contours,
envelope filters, etc. from scratch. hey, I btdt.
These synths today are great, however, when played
by real musicians - who don't play with only 1-2
fingers [like marji, for instance]. If a
person can't make an acoustic piano sing, then a
synth is just a gimmick to cover up musical
deficiencies and illiteracy.
For your info, the good beatz stuff involves
extensive and major tweaking of sounds, in fact in
a lot of drum & bass, and hip-hop for instance
it's the basis of it, see Timberland, RZA, Photek,
Goldie, the list is endless, and it's a very
'difficult' skill, as I know onlyy too well, it's
also no coincidence that 'e' culture has seen
through thast whole guru trip, even though they
have got perilously close to 'spirituality' at
times, and at the hippy end of it embrace
it.
so, You Really want to talk opinionated about
music with me? First, jump these 2 lil hurdles: 1)
you must play an instrument at least as well as
Mose Allison [whom I gigged with] or Jimi
Hendrix [or sing better than Diana Krall or
Clapton], and 2) be knowledgeable about
classical, jazz, blues, rock, reggae, Hindustani,
gamelan, Latin, avant garde, Arabic, all the modes,
harmonies, extended/altered chords, composition and
arranging, and music historiography. Otherwise, I'm
frankly not interested in your musical opinions.
sorry.
Know how to dj? FX sounds? Layer drum &
bass, god now you're sounding like a smug old fart,
I thought music was about feeling before anything,
if it feels good it is good. Obviously those
ill-educated blues and folk musicians, and early
jazz men playing intuitively with their ears must
have been poor musicians according to your
definition. My god I understand why punk came
along, with all those second rate jazz rock
twiddlers, who knew all their modes etc but were
boring as shit, and completely alienated from their
bodies
Pablo Picasso? hey, I've got books with all his
sketches, paintings, etc. You wanna talk cubism and
perspective, or his Blue period, or his influences
and contemporaries? btw, you should check out the
museum of modern art in Paris. Magnifique!
So what about his collages then? Or Braque's? and
the whole montage concept since that was where we
started on that one
now, those are just my opinions, after all. I
won't thrust them on you. Please, by all means,
enjoy whatever music or art you like. but don't
presume to rain on my hit parade or impose your
personal tastes on me. I am not looking to be
converted to someone else's trip ever again, cult
or otherwise. I do my own thing -- captain of my
own lil ship [not captain rawart, anymore].
I got an inner pilot, too [but that's strictly
between the pilot and me].
Convert you, jesus I'm under no illusions
there, just trying to puncture some smugness is
all
fuck you said with a smile,
my version of peace & lentils
Now the admin will probably say this should
be locked or deleted, when I thought we were just
having a lively discussion, and filling in some
background of the people here a bit more, AND
showing there is a life of passion after gm, for
both of us.
What do I know
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