Can I just have the Variations wit'out the Theme?

I have been spoiled by a not-so-authentic Cheesesteak.

Years ago when I was living in Chicago, I got a sandwich that knocked me on my ass! It was from Philly's Best and it was a Chicken Philly Cheesesteak on Garlic Bread. Soooooooo good. This was a magical feast, one that I had to share with friends and colleagues... well, I shared the excitement. I made them buy their own damn sandwich.

Zoom ahead to today. My family embarked on our summer vacation which is a road trip to Tanglewood (via Philadelphia and Princeton, NJ), Boston, and NYC. With the idea of going through Philadelphia, we decided to stop and get an authentic Philly Cheesesteak.

First problem - where to go? Naturally, the first suggestions were the legendary dueling neighbors of the south side Geno's and Pat's. Being the info-hounds that Fatima and I are, we consulted many sites on the internet for thoughts, opinions, blogs, and reviews. My, oh my, there are many places to get a Cheesesteak in Philadelphia. The thing that turned me off of those two locations was the lack of parking and the suspect neighborhood. Our car, filled with a week and a half of stuff, with our two kids, I was strangely turned off.

Consulting the pantheon of food reviews, Zagat, we saw many places with high marks for food, and of course, record lows for decor (who cares what the walls look like, its the taste I care about). Out of 30, we saw 22's, 23's, and 24's. But it was the 25 and glowing reviews of Tony Luke's, as well as its close proximity to I-95 that said " 'ats the place".

As we approached this "legendary" (aren't they all?) steakery (and hot doggery for Max), with the line-up of people in front, including a woman with a walker who had to be at least 134 years old and some guys with painted faces getting ready for the Phillies game that day, we were ready. Despite some of the things I read online about having your order ready when its time "One, whiz, wit" i knew I was from out of town, and couldn't hide it. I just spoke plain english (as opposed to "Palin english" - I love a good typo) and ordered for the family and that was that.

As we waited and staked out a table, we noticed a small t.v. crew there filming what I later found out to be a segment of Man vs. Food for the Travel Channel. Then we saw a 5 lb. Cheesesteak brought out to be consumed by one guy... and it was. Feh!

Then the moment of truth. My first authentic, "no-kidding" Philly Cheesesteak wit' fried onions, and extra whiz. First bite...

Not so much.

I was so used to the gloriousness that I knew of that Chicken Philly on Garlic Bread, and even the version I get now at work from Charley's Steakery with lettuce, pickles, cooked onions, mayo and mustard, that this tasted bland. The meat was a bit dry, missing lots of spice, the whiz was erratically spread over (and dripping as my shorts will now show), and while it was good bread, who the hell get's a cheesesteak for the bread???

However, as we were dissecting it in the car, on the way out of town, Fatima and I were glad we tried it, can put a check in the box, and never go out of my way again to try that. Bring me back the chicken and tons of condiments.

If I happen to get a truckload of crap from my readers (both of you) on how I went to the wrong place, school me! Fool me once shame on me, fool me twice... um.. third times the charm?

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The following songs randomly were shuffled while still deigesting lunch 7 hours later:

"Man Overboard", The Flower Kings, Untold the Future

"4 Sea Interludes from Peter Grimes: IV. Storm", London Symphony

"Petrushka", Spirit of Atlanta, 1988 DCI Finals

"While My Guitar Gently Weeps", The Beatles, The White Album

"Pictures: Ballet of the Unhatched Chicks", Burning River Brass, Russian Carnival

"Pines of Rome: IV. Pines of the Appian Way", New York Phil, Sinnipoli cond.

"Christ lag in todesbanden" (Stokowski), Bournemouth SO, Stokowski Bach Transcriptions

"Seven Seas", Echo and the Bunnymen, Songs to Learn and Sing

Inauguration 2009

The following is a "Tick-Tock" of the (somewhat interesting) events of Inauguration 2009, beginning Monday, January 19, 2009.

7:33 pm - Sign in at historic Hangar II

7:37 - claim floor space in Recording Production office

This is the office where I am an Assistant Booklet Editor for the band.

7:52 - watch members of the Airmen of Note destroy each other in Halo 3

Tech support set up a few HD tv monitors to provide band members a venue to hook up their Xbox 360s with wireless modems so all USAF Band members can play each other throughout the building.  At the most, 12 different people were playing on 4 different screens in two rooms.

8:14 - talked with friends

8:35 - prepped uniform for inspection

8:55 - watched more Halo 3

When you are forced to be at work, and you don't want to work, there ain't a whole lot to do.

9:04 - began playing Halo 3

9:04:17 - first time I died.  this would occur with embarrassing frequency.

10:48 - quit playing Halo 3.  Died more times than I killed other people.  At least I took most of the gunfire off of my teammates.  Where's my damn purple heart?

11:25 - entered sleeping bag on the floor of room 173B, next to my CPU staring at me.  Was this safe?

January 20, 2009

12:06 a.m. - asleep

2:24 - turn over to sleep on stomach

2:24:01 - motion sensor senses motion, turns on light in my office

2:24:07 - lights manually turned off.  note to self:  turn over slower

4:06  - finally fall back asleep while having an old fashioned duel with motion sensor

5:15 - alarm goes off

6:30 - Inaugural Ball Band rehearsal

Its one thing to be a professional musician who sometimes has early call times, but no one, NO ONE can make Hail to the Chief sound good at this hour... including us

7:30 - Inspection and Rehearsal

I have now spent 12 hours at work, which is a. longer than anyone should spend at work, and b.  the wrong hours of the 24 hour day in the first place.  So odd.

8:47 - Depart Bolling AFB

9:06 - sit on I-295 North next to a bus filled with people wearing orange touks.  Is it hunting season?  Bus in front of them is packed solid with everyone standing.  Maybe I didn't have it so bad after all.

9:36 - arrive at Pentagon Parking lot

12:00 p.m. - Ceremony begins at U.S. Capitol, broadcast on NPR on bus

12:06 - exit bus for security sweep

12:07 - "I, Barack Hussein Obama, do solemnly swear..."

...of course, I realize this once I'm back on the bus at...

12:51 - return to bus

1:46 - busses depart for The Elipse

1:51 - cross Memorial Bridge, see hundreds of people walking opposite direction of us.  Who the hell are we doing this parade for besides POTUS?

1:54 - see balloon statue of former (tee hee) President Bush in shape of famous Saddam Hussein statue pulled down in Baghdad, being pulled down, and pelted with shoes

2:26 - exit bus and head to "warming" tent where I continue to freeze my ass off, serenaded by high school bands warming up poorly.  there should be a rule against all indoor playing like this.

3:04 - head out to staging area to form parade block

3:05 - loose feeling in tips of all fingers on left hand.  that can't be good, or get any better.

3:24 - get relief from donated hand warmers not warming my fingers

3:29 - park in front of Museum of American History.  check local weather on phone.  Registers at 25 degrees

4:08 - Willie Clark begins game of follow the leader

After an hour outside, now watching the sun set behind us, with 10 mph winds, Willie gets at least 30 people to follow him as he walks around the parade block, through the sousaphones, winds around the saxes, even walks through the Hackey Sack game just to keep us all warm, our spirits up, and our sanity.  This guy can find a good time anywhere, ANYTIME!

5:15 - USAF Band finally hits Pennsylvania Ave and begins 2009 Inaugural Parade.

5:15 - I depress my valve trigger to play first note of Washington Post, and it freezes in place. Hand slide is also almost frozen in place as well.

5:19 - Instrument begins to function normally again

6:04 - pass by President Barack Obama.

This brief moment of joy and excitement suddenly makes me forget the freezing, the lack of sleep, the poor eating I have done all day, as I perform the Air Force Song for our new Commander in Chief.

6:12 - Inaugural Parade ends

6:13 - wonder where the busses are

6:28 - REALLY wonder where the hell the busses are.

6:50 - begin Police escort up to Washington Hilton

7:20 - enter Hilton, bypassing press, cooks, busboys, to go through security.

"Everyone move aside, I need to get the band in first!"

7:38 - Begin soundcheck, after watching Kanye West do his soundcheck.  Nice of him to warm the room up for us.

 - 24 hour mark of Inaugural Festivities - 

9:17 - watch colleagues return from downstairs where they got pictures with actress Rosario Dawson.  My esteemed colleagues are giddy like school children, permanently changing my impression of these manly men

9:40 - I head downstairs to people watch

Being the MTV Youth ball, the event was geared towards 18-35 year olds.  As I observe the party goers, I feel my place outside of the demographic as a 37 year old, and feel more like a prom chaperone.  I quickly take my creepy presence out of there, and back to the holding room.

10:00 - band heads downstairs to get in position

10:04 - band passes a hot 24 year old brunette in kitchen claiming to "need a place to throw out my gum"

10:04:06 - band drummers recognize hot brunette as Demi Moore

10:06  - Kanye West warming up the room for USAF Band.  Very nice of him

10:11 - USAF Band takes stage to chants of "U.S.A."

10:12 - Party goers sing along with USAF Band on drum corps version of "God Bless America".  Fun

10:15 - Party goers sing along with USFA Band on Washington Post.  Now its just odd.  "Da da, da dut da, dut da, DUT Da..."

10:28 - 4 Rufles and Flourishes

 "Ladies and Gentlemen, the Presid-"  

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" from the 7000+ attendees like a wall of sound.  Loudest human made sound I have ever experienced in my life.

10:33 - USAF Band receives its first command from our new Commander in Chief.  "Hit it, band!" as we begin the First Dance of "At Last"

10:40  - USAF Band departs stage and gasps as the day comes to a close

10:41 - USAF Band spots Pete Wentz of Fallout Boy talking with Kanye

10:43 - USAF Band spots a ghost outside hotel

10:44 - USAF Band realizes ghost is just Cher.

11:14 - USAF Band arrives at Bolling AFB

11:24 - depart for home

11:35 - arrive home

11:36 - take out the trash

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

12:15 a.m. - go to bed

5:45 - Max wakes me up

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This blog was patriotically composed while listening to:

Mongo 'n' McCoy - Steve Turre - Steve Turre

Lady of the Island - Crosby, Stills,  & Nash - Crosby, Stills, & Nash

Berwald Symphony #1 - III - Gothenburg Symphony, Neeme Jarvi, cond.

Pound For A Brown - Frank Zappa - Zappa in New York

Interstate Love Song - Stone Temple Pilots - Purple

Country Death Song - Violent Femmes - Hallowed Ground

Another Love Song - Naked to the World - Listen Naked

Tia Lupe - Alien Ant Farm - truANT

Please Don't Bug Me - Frank Rosolino - Turn Me Loose!

Act 3 Prelude - Met Opera - Gotterdammerung 

Under Pressure - Queen and David Bowie - Greatest Hits I & II

I know Its True, But I'm Sorry To Say - Violent Femmes - Hallowed Ground

Night Life - Airmen of Note - Big Band Jazz Sound '67

One X One - INXS - Listen Like Thieves

Franck Symphony in d minor, 3rd movement - Chicago Symphony, Pierre Monteaux, cond.

THE

It is always entertaining to hear someone butcher the english language by simply adding the article "the" in front of words we are not used to.

"I checked it on the Google" - President George W. Bush

"I like to watch the sports" - Letter D of They Might Be Giants

Growing up in Southern California, we always referred to the freeways with the article "the" in front of its number.

"Take the 101 to the 405 South"

"Get on the 5 headed south..."

Even in Chicago, with the familiar names of the expressways, the "the" was always present.

"Take the Kennedy towards O'Hare..."

"Get on the Eisenhower..."

I had an interesting observation this past weekend as my parents were visiting from Los Angeles. We were driving to the Northwestern corner of the Beltway to visit my aunt and uncle.  As I was driving us there, dad inquired about my route.

"So you stay on the 495?"

"Um...what?"

"Do you stay on the 495 all the way there?"

"THE 495?"

I realized at that moment, almost 4 years after moving here, that as far as I have observed, the "the" is no where to be found when referring to the roads.

We take 495, 295, 395, 270, Fairfax County Parkway, and South Capital St.

We also take the GW Parkway, and the Beltway.

How did that rule fall into place?

Maybe after I learn about that, I can learn about the schmuck who decided around here to take my spot in the next lane as I try to make a safe f'ing lane change!

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THE music listened to while I wrote THE blog was THE:

-Last One - Days of the New - Days of the New

-Symphony #10 - II. Allegro - Philadelphia Orchestra, Maris Jansons, Cond. - Shostakovich: The Complete Symphonies

-Habit - Pearl Jam - No Code

-La Noche de los Mayas (1939) | 2 Noche de Jaranas: Scherzo - L.A. Philharmonic, Essa-Pekka Salonen, cond. - Sensamaya

-Reach Out (Never Say No) - GTR - GTR

My Prayers Have Been Answered!

Today my week hit its peak of happiness when the following three events took place:

- I got to solo with the Air Force Concert Band playing "Variations on Barnacle Bill" for bass trombone and band.

- I have many new bosses at work.

- The following exchange took place:

Jay:  I'd like a #1 with cheese, but no tomatoes, onion rings, and a Dr. Pepper, please.

BK employee:  We don't have tomoatoes.

HUZZAH!!!!

After years of struggling to meet my dietary needs (ie, no tomatoes) I was honored with the acknowledgment of what I feel to be the right decision in building a perfect cheeseburger.  No tomatoes.  For as long as I could remember, those rascally red demons have tormented me so, in almost every way, from sauces to sandwiches to soups.  I have no recollection of when this fear of raw tomatoes developed, but its been with me as long as I can remember.  I did an extensive search on the net to see if there is a specific phobia related to tomatoes, much less raw ones, and I came up empty handed.

Now please, let me clarify:

Its just raw tomatoes.  I enjoy all other tomato products.  Tomato sauce, tomato paste, tomato juice, sun-dried tomatoes, etc.  The raw ones give me the willies.  It is possible that my aversion was inspired by George Carlin in one of his routines about food.  He said that the reason he didn't eat them was they looked like they were still in the larvae stage.  A funny comment like that can have a life changing effect on a 9 year old who doesn't think outside the box.

Now as you may know, the reason tomatoes are in the news right now is because if you eat them in at least two dozen states in this great country of ours, YOU COULD DIE!  There has been a salmonella outbreak in the tomato community, and therefore they are all being rounded up and quarantined for further questioning.  At least 228 people have gotten sick from the fleshy pulpy fruit in the latest round of "When Bad Things Happen to Good Foods".  While it is unfortunate that such a lauded member of the food community is getting a bad rap, I must say, there was a moment of pleasure to hear those beautiful words "We have no tomatoes".

I have had some moments of bravery.  There were days where the pico de gallo was just piled on and integrated so well that I didn't fight it.  Where small chunks were in my salad, and I just grew a pair and ate them up.  However, there has yet to be a sandwich with that red, full moon, goopy, seedy, slimy wagon wheel of horror on it, that I voluntarily consumed.  Every sandwich on a plate, every burger in a bag, and every meal provided for me will go through a thorough inspection to make sure it is tomattenfrei!  If I see one, pick it up, offer to a friend or family member, and go about my day.  Its not as bad as watching a high school friend dry-heave every time someone massaged a ketchup packet.  Now SHE really had problems.

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The following tracks shuffled up on my iPod while dealing with my tomato issues:

Lucerne Song - John Fletcher - The Best of Fletch

Contrapunctus XI - Fine Arts Brass Quintet - The Art of the Fugue

Told You So - Barenaked Ladies - Stunt

Breakthru - Queen - Greatest Hits II

Symphony #11 In G Minor, Op. 103 - II. The Ninth Of January - Philadelphia Orchestra, Maris Jansons, cond. - Shostakovich: The Complete Symphonies

Intolerance - Tool - Undertow

Time's Up - Saga - Worlds Apart

Would? - Alice in Chains - MTV Unplugged

Suite for Jazz Orchestra: #3 Foxtrot - Philadelphia Orchestra, Maris Jansons cond., Shostakovich: The Complete Symphonies

The Big Zerp Challenge

Its one thing to work on an orchestral excerpt.
Its another thing to take an audition playing that excerpt.
Its ANOTHER thing to perform that excerpt in concert.
...but taking that excerpt on tour?

It can't get any worse than that-
wait, yes it can.

Taking you FEAR excerpt on tour.

Most mortal orchestral musicians have what they call their "fear excerpt". The excerpt on the list that frightens, troubles, vexes, ot just plain drives you batty! Mine had a name: William Tell.

For trombonists, the overture to William Tell by Rossini means a frenetic run of 8th notes that starts off after a long note and seems quite unrelentless. I never thought I had the best technique for fast tonguing, and this zerp was always a great challenge. Many a time, it was just the thing a committee needed to hear to know they didn't need to hear anymore from me.

So when my band listed the pieces for our Spring tour, and I saw it at the top of the list, a large sigh emitted from down below that was all but relaxing. You know that feeling once you've assembled all your tax information on the table, reciepts spilling all over, and you need to catch your breath before beginning. Yeah, a teeny bit like that.

Being in the middle of said tour, as I type, we've now performed it 4 times with probably 4 more to go. As a touring ensemble continues on from city to city, the music tends to chage with familiarity and confidence, both from the musicians as well as the conductor.

William Tell begins with a lovely serene moment for the cellos for about 3-4 minutes. Once that cadences, the storm scene begins. Its the sound of this new tempo that tells the trombones have in store for them.

At last night's show, the conductor must have been feeling quite good. As soon as it began, my colleague next to me and I just looked at each other and sighed, chuckled and gulped all at the same time.  The printed music has a metronome marking of half note = 108.  That means in a 60 second period there will be 108 beats.  On my best audition day, I can play Will Tell at 104.  It may not seem like much to most, but those 4 beats are a huge difference, especially to a tongue already pushed to its limits.  On this night, our conductor was going for, easily, 116-120.  If Sousa were there, he'd think it was a march!

So what do you do?  Thankfully, when you are playing behind (physically, not musically) the ensemble, you can change what you spent 15 years training yourself to do.  You breathe in the wrong spots, you leave a note out, you even change your tonguing plan, going from single to double.  If you placed a single mic on me, and removed the sound of the rest of the band, a la Linda McCartney, that is what you might get...Linda McCartney.  No guarantees of anything.

BUT, despite this knowledge, I still do what I can to make the best ensemble presentation on this legendary piece.  Whether I did it or not, well, you need to poll the good folks of New England I performed it for.  They seemed to like it.  

As Sid Caesar said on a guest spot of "Mad About You"... "Its a 'was'."

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The musical selections that were performed magnificently during this blogs writing was:

Phased by the Storm - Nektar  - "After the Storm"
More Than This - Peter Gabriel - "Up"
Another World - Joe Jackson   - "Summer in the City"
A Duet for Our Time - Of Beauty (Eric Ewazen) - New Trombone Collective - "New"
Symphony X - Accolade II - "The Odyssey"

Symphony #1 III. Allegro comodo - San Francisco Symphony "Nielsen Syphonies #1 & 6"

Intermission Riff - Pete Rugolo - "10 Trombones Like 2 Pianos"

Short people got...

My entire life, things from my perspective have seemed normal.  This is where things are in my life.  I'm this high above the counter.  I can reach the top shelf.  Yup, things look normal from here.

Then adult life set itself in play, and I quickly learned that things were not as they seemed. 

It started at basic training.  There is a procedure called "Taller Tap" that gets the 50-some odd trainees lined up by height. Once we fall into formation, our Militiary Training Instructor (MTI) yells "If you are taller than the person in front of you, tap them on the shoulder and move forward".  However, time is of the essence so they sat it as if it was one word. "Ifyouaretallerthanthepersoninfrontofyoutapthemandmoveforward!"  This will eventually put all the tall people in front and to the right of the formation.  At basic training I was approximately the 6th shortest guy out of 45.  I knew that Basic would be different being a 33 year old, but being short as well didn't help.  6 and one half weeks of moving to the back secured the foundation of my insecurity of being vertically challenged.

Two weeks ago, I traveled to Sacramento with a brass quintet from work to play at the California Music Educators Association conference.  We stayed in a rather nice hotel, and my first day there, after checking in, I decided to go for a run.  I may be short, but I'm confident enough to wear running gear in public and not care.  As soon as I reach the lobby, I am put in my place.

I am eye level with knee caps.  Maybe they were thighs.  I'm not sure.  It was a tall blur.

Staying at my hotel was the NBA team, the Portland Trail Blazers.  I felt like a ground hog among giraffes.  It was just legs, jerseys, and something on top, I couldn't see that high.  

I always thought that basketball players looked normal on television, since they were around their own kind - you know, tall people.  To see them in 3-D is a humbling experience, especially at a paltry 67 inches high.  To add insult to injury, later that week, the Trailblazers were gone, and in their place were the Toronto Raptors.  Sigh.  More tall people.

Then this past weekend, I played an Easter morning church service.  Due to reasons beyond logic, the young conductor, a music student at a local college, decided to position his podium, literally to the direct left of my chair, so that his conducting pattern flew right above my hairline.  I would guess that this was his second day conducting since his technique was nowhere near anything familiar looking.  At one point during something sacred (go figure) his conducting pattern starting dropping lower and lower due to his focus, concentration, and sheer lack of experience.  I guess, I'm not short enough however, because if he had a sharp object in his hands, I would have been scalped.  Best part - he didn't know that he hit me.

I haven't run into any harm being 5 foot, 7 inches, despite some teasing (some of us from undergrad went to our teachers other college to sit in his trombone choir.  Standing next to a gargantuan bass trombonist, while alternating dropping notes an octave or two "hey, the little guy has a pedal D"  I made sure he remembered that moment by advancing all over his buffalo butt at every audition we both were at from that point on).  It was enough exposure to tall people to feel my diminished stature, and to know I had to make up for it.

As a bass trombonist, we have to move great amounts of air, while securely managing an instrument that requires a Condor-like wingspan.  It was a lesson with one of my idols and heroes, another not so tall man, that made me secure with how tall I am.  When explained things like "I can't reach a true 7th position" and "guys like us don't have huge vital capacities, so we have to learn how to be efficient", and he followed it up with the most gorgeous bass trombone playing my ears had ever heard.  It was then I knew that age old adage:  Size does not matter.

I'm starting to ramble, but the point is...the point is...I'm short enough, I'm smart enough, and dog gonnit, people tower over me

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This larger than life blog was written to the accompaniment of:

Zudoko Bushi (live) - California Guitar Trio - "After the Storm"

Osteoblast - New Trombone Collective - "New"

Anthony Plog's Three Miniatures  for Trombone - II. Allegro - Bill Booth - "Balancing Act"

Rock N Roll Band - Boston - "Boston"

Home - Foo Fighters - Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace"

Toccata And Fugue In D Minor - Pittsburgh Symphony Low Brass - "From the Back Row"

They say that the pen is mightier than the sword.  The word is a powerful thing.  It has shaped cultures, governments, movements, and helped forge education.  So why don't I give a crap?

Last night, Leonard Cohen was inducted into what I consider the most sacred of all secular temples:  The Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame.  While I may not be the expert on his works, I have heard of him, some of his efforts not only as a songwriter, but as a performer as well.  His induction to me is a no-brainer.  But this isn't about Leonard Cohen.  Its about lyrics.

Why does someone who values popular music so much, and enjoys writing himself not give a crap about lyrics?

My last post was only a fraction of a fraction of a percent of a view of my love and appreciation for rock and rock history.  My cd collection is quite large, and fairly varied.  But ever since I can remember, I have been enjoying, and selecting my purchases and downloads based on the way music sounded to me.  If it grooved, if it rocked, if it chugged along with a maniacal pace that created a powerful frenzy in the listener, I was all over it.  If it told a great story, I couldn't have cared less.

The irony is that one of the defining characteristics of my favorite rock genre - progressive rock - are the epic tales told over 17 minute compositions about fantasy lands, fictitious characters on life affirming quests, dragons, pleasure domes, and endless other topics.  Still, it doesn't matter to me.  Its the chug chug of the beat that keeps my interest.  Hearing a frenetic instrumental jam in  5/8, or 7/8 is heaven to me.

duggaduh-dugga dugga, duggaduh-dugga, duggaduh-dugga, dugga dugga

See, even written down its cool!

Wait a second...

I'd like to think that my interest in the composition of a musical selection of any kind does not primarily show my neanderthal tendencies to not comprehend the words.  They just don't speak to me.

I remember when Anthony played for me my first tracks of my now, favorite band, Dream Theater.  He was explaining the complex story from "Metropolis II: Scenes from a Memory" involving a murder mystery and all its characters with examples from the lyrics.  All I could hear was how well these musicians coalesced and created a groove that made my eardrums and my soul drool for more.  "Dude, stop talking, what did the drums just do there?"

To thine own self be true.  

Hey that sounds impressive, who wrote it?

rock on!

Floyd

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The preceeding blog was composed with the following tracks played from my Smart Playlist: Not Yet-

-Hodie: X. Narration: But Mary kept all these things, Ralph Vaughn Williams, London Symphony

-Sonata #28, Her Majesties Sagbutts and Cornetts

-In Loving Memory, Cosmosquad, "Squadrophenia"

-Main Squeeze, Chuck Mangione,"Live at the Hollywood Bowl"

-Five Melodies, op. 35b, Melody #5, Randal Hawes, "Mellodrama"

-Can't Buy me Love, The Beatles, "1"

-By the Fireside, Turtle Island String Quartet, "By the Fireside"

-Sea broth, Cosmosquad, "Squadrophenia"