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September 27, 2010 2 comments

Good News/Bad News!

Good News:

- Rested at Long Beach Jazz Fest this past weekend.

- Did a design for Steve B. of Mighty Music, and you’ll see it showcased when it’s good and ready.

- Am back into the Writing Groove

Bad News

- Woke up with a head cold.

ARGH. Two years of not being sick, and hello, good morning!

However, I got paid for my overtime, so I’m hopefully going to be reserving some show tickets in the next two weeks. Notably…Barbieri and Botti, both at the Blue Note.
Chapter 6 is approaching finalization…

…and I need some damn Sudafed, ‘scusi.*achoo!*

K.G.

Categories: musings

Teaser Scene!

September 24, 2010 2 comments

How long has it been since I’ve done teasers, previews, etc. of what I really write?

You know what? It’s been too long, and I think it’s ripe time to rectify the problem. :)

In the event that my regular (musicians and music lovers alike) forgot, I write fiction books. Specifically, urban fantasy/sci-fi. A series about a group of friends and their superiors who act as the universe’s police force and crime investigators, it took shape in 2006 and I have written a book a year since. And in 2009, I gave in to the self-publication bug and released Book 1: Mages. Book 2: Secrets followed right before I went to Berks. I’m often the girl with a notepad in the back of a club, with one eye on the stage and one eye on the story.

I have called upon Gayle (The Editing Queen) once again and it is now time to release…Book 3: Lineage. Featuring some old characters, and giving face to some new ones, it throws the regular characters into 34th Century New York with a new twist on an old, unsolved issue.

Now, every book has its dedication. Book 1 is dedicated to the friends that have stayed me on course when I first said, “I think I’ll write a book” in spite of 18 credits my senior year of college and a 12am – 4am workshift. Book was written at several nightclubs – notably, the soon-to-be-reopened Cutting Room – and thus, goes out to them and, of course, my editor. Book 2 was the first book for which I had an editor and my gods, did I need an editor.

Book 3 was inspired mostly by two friends, both of whom I would trust with my life easily, and both of those guys have one common trait, even though their personalities are damn near opposite: they both tend to occasionally drive me nuts.

However, I would like to showcase one particular scene out of Book 3 here, and this is from Chapter 3. I gutted and re-wrote most of it, after a bout of the Exposition Condition. This scene, however, remains a favorite of mine, and features a new character.

Click to continue reading, and kindly leave a review. Expected release date for Book 3 is Christmas 2010.

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September 21, 2010 Comments off

3 days until I can hop a train and get out of dodge…

I had a deadline last week that has gone far more stressful than usual. I am used to working overtime for my day job; it’s part of the whole “huge deadline, tiny staff, tons of clients” schtick. The overtime is awesome. But the stress is not.

I’m one of those people who takes a lot of stress before they reach the breaking point, and believe me, I took a lot more stress than normal for this past tax season. For those of y’all that don’t know, here’s how a tax season really breaks down:

January 31st – Year-end closing deadlines for payroll, sales, W-2 and 1099 filings

March 15th – Corporate/Partnership deadline (or extension)

April 15th – Individual deadline (or extension)

September 15th – Final deadline for corporations & partnership

October 15th – Final deadline for individuals

You would not believe the utter hell that it is between the March and April deadlines. This is why I effectively had to beg and plead to go to Berks this year, because I knew very well that there was no way in hell that I was going to make it through that stretch without taking any sort of a decompressing break. Believe me when I say that the decompression was very useful and necessary.

I’m going to take this coming weekend to go away to Long Island. The Sept. 15th deadline came and left me with a very distinct knowledge that if I don’t get away, I will genuinely go off the deep end. I took on enough pressure on myself through the main season stretch, and it’s starting to show. I’ve not touched Book 3 for about a month while I was busy with work and work-related material; even while I was in the middle of the Spirit Cruises season, I had the time and inspiration to dig into Book 3 and iron out those plot wrinkles.

I feel much like a squeezed-out wedge of lemon.

I took a quick look-over at Book 3 this morning, and found myself feeling – albeit distantly! – the familiar urge to read it more thoroughly, and insert a few of the crucial scenes that I’ve been wanting. The story has been waiting patiently long enough, both in the Word file and in the back of my mind, and I think that this weekend would be the ideal time for me to get creative. Photoshop – check. I know I have a couple of projects that I need to finalize. And I will definitely be doing a lot more writing and editing on Book 3. Writing because I have maybe another full chapter’s worth to add before I even reach one of the turning points within the story. I definitely need to refine a couple of Jason scenes… *snickers a little* You guys know which scene I mean, and if you don’t…you’ll see it when Book 3 hits print.

Most importantly, I’ll be taking the weekend to just go and relax. I’m heading to my favorite place and staying where I usually stay. Sun, sand, breeze, boardwalk. That is what I am needing until I get a weekful of Sun, Sand, and Music. :)

Of course, I’ll post while I’m away this weekend. I’m not going far.

Writingly yours,

K.G.

Categories: musings

“Just Fine in Moderation” my foot. Bite me.

September 16, 2010 Comments off

Okay, another one for the pissed-off files. Mercury in high-fructose corn syrup.

I’m sure everyone had seen at least one of the commercials where someone protests a food that includes HFCS – ice pops, dressing, fruit punch, etc – only to be told by a cheerful individual that it’s “made from corn, all natural, and is just fine in moderation.” I’m just as sure that everyone who had seen those commercials thinks that they’re bullshit.

Because they are. Cane sugar and high-fructose corn syrup are metabolized by the body very differently. The corn is so overprocessed that it contains more chemicals than what is used to refine sugarcane into what you get with your coffee. The refined HFCS contains an even breakdown of sucrose and fructose, and that is not the way that sugars occur in nature. You don’t get that in actual corn-on-the-cob, else people would have the same side effects from that as they would from HFCS. And believe me, there are side effects to high fructose corn syrup.

Weight gain is an obvious side effect, but that is again attributed to metabolic breakdown. All fruits and vegetables contain varying levels of fructose and sucrose, but never is it an even 50-50. In HFCS, that’s the balance, and synthetically manufactured sucrose never breaks down the same was as the natural sort. Aspartame sweeteners do not have that side effect because they are comprised of a lot more chemicals than they do of “naturally sourced ingredients.” Corn is naturally sourced, but refined to unrecognizability.

Wanna know what else is a side effect of HFCS? Allergic reaction. Not to the corn part of it, but to the chemicals used in processing and preserving. Same goes for aspartame. This ranges from skin irritation, to hives, to outright anaphylaxis. And lest you think I’m exaggerating, you don’t see what my skin turns into whenever I consume something that contains HFCS. Usually, I find HFCS in cheap chocolate. For the longest time, I had the impression I was allergic to chocolate, until I had some Teuscher’s extra-dark with no reaction whatsoever. Guess what: Teuscher’s doesn’t use HFCS. Nor does Godiva. Nor does any chocolatier worth their salt.

Every single nutrition study out by the Food and Drug Administration points out the adverse effects of HFCS. Weight gain. Higher diabetes risk. The subway ads in NY equate a 20-oz bottle of soda as 16 packs of sugar – but not quite. Sugar-made soda contains significantly less than HFCS-made.

I don’t know what the ads are trying to sell, but some quick research on HFCS will expose that no matter how “natural” it is if it’s made from corn, it is not just fine in moderation. And now mercury? Like you need any more reason to stay away from HFCS?

Look at that product list. All of it contains thing that are cheap to produce, and everyone uses. So now let’s ask, for how long has that mercury been there? The only product that was not found to have any on retest is the Coca-Cola.

*shakes head* Ugh. Just ugh.

K.G.

Categories: the pissed-off file

Chasing Music: Brian Culbertson at BB King’s

September 16, 2010 4 comments

You know, until the very last second, I had no idea if I was going to be attending that show, but as luck had it, Deadline Rush brought me to the FedEx ship center right before the cutoff for overnight shipping. And that ship center happened to be located about three blocks away from BB King’s.

You can, of course, see where this is going. :)

One land speed record-setting, tourist-dodging, cursing-as-I-shove-people-sideways run later, I was hustled into a stageside seat just as the house lights were turned down.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the BB King’s Stage, the GRP recording artist, Brian Culbertson!!!

Even before this sounded across the hall, I was excited. I’ve seen Brian and his trombone in action at the Berks 2010 grand jam, and I will be the first to note that I don’t often see jazz trombone outside big band. So that in and of itself is a bit of a novelty (and this also means I have to take a look into Trombone Shorty’s material when I get the time), and I have all the evidence in the world that Culbertson is a master of that particular horn and of his keys. Come On Up is a great album to listen to if I’m in the mood for piano-funk.

And did Culbertson bring that funk to BB King’s.

The stage effectively exploded from the get-go, and let me say it: Brian Culbertson is a ham. Every musician has their own way of getting into the Live Show, and Brian was having so much fun that part of me thought it ought to be prohibited. But not only that, but he made absolutely sure that everyone on stage was having as much fun as him. And after five minutes of leading the melody on the keys, out came that trombone.

That’s Life, from his new CD, had a rather curious back story. In days of yesteryear, it so happened that Ray Parker, Jr. and Earl Klugh had known each other – and played together – for a long time, but until XII, not once have they actually collaborated on a record. Brian made sure that that little nuance was rectified, and with very good results. Not sure about RP, but I definitely heard Earl’s influence all over it.

Nate Kearney Jr. wasted no time on the bass in leading into a strong, slow groove, the type that makes the speakers feedback a little as the bass drops deep, deeper, and deep enough to where you feel your pant leg vibrate a bit along with the bass line.

“Ooohh…” Brian drawled onstage, almost as though he was tasting that bass line. “That’s nasty.

Nate and the audience cracked up, and Nate repeated the riff, meandering a little as he pushed the bass further.

“That’s nasty, man. That’s the kind of sound where you just have to make a face like this, you know?” And he grimaced.

The song he highlighted, though, was one from Come On Up, the title of which escapes me at the moment.

I do have one minor quibble with the show, and considering my distinct bias is instrumental music, you may well guess what it is.

I downloaded Skies Wide Open when Brian was offering up the download, and liked the song reasonably. But, considering that Brian’s general flavor is high-energy piano funk with a side dish of horn section. To add an R&B singer is okay for an occasional jaunt – Boney James does the same routinely – but in live show, it’s a little superfluous. Avant is a great singer; he has a very mellow voice, and was a good touch on the track. But to add him to a live show makes me ask if Brian is trying to win over the R&B fans. A good jaunt, but considering his general style, it’s a bit excessive.

Brian did not slow the pace down for long. After Avant, he did a cover of I Want To Know by Joe and did a lovely piano solo version of another song that he had done. The style of that song reaffirmed my love for a classic piano yet again.

And I will come back to say it again: Culbertson is a ham. Shortly after he wrapped up the solo, he started up a new track, playing with one hand, and edging towards one side of the keyboard. He continued it, with the band standing by, until he was touching just the highest octaves with his left fingertips. Then paused (and posed).

“C’mon, Brian!”

“We love you, Brian!”

I noticed that he had a slight grin going on. But he did not move, and nor did the band. Instead, he very slowly proceeded to move around the keyboard, and continued on to play it backwards.

After this came a drum solo, and after that, Brian temporarily vanished. I know there were monitors, but I generally watch the stage, and I didn’t see him anywhere. Okay..? But i got my answer in due time, when Jerry Johnson on the guitar directed the audience and the BB King’s camera alike to the drum set, where Brian took over.

What can this man not do onstage?

The entire concert being an uproarious good time is not even necessary to mention. Brian Culbertson knows how to throw a party, and I only wish that he’d throw a NY party more often!

…especially around deadline season. :)

K.G.

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On 9/11, Fundamentalism, and People

September 11, 2010 2 comments

The calendar date surprises me only in the way that it crept up on me.  And yet here it is, and I have an impression much like the last time I had to move house, sitting in the middle of several boxes, and thinking, “How to go from here?”

Nine years after my city was attacked, I think we are still asking ourselves this question.

I’ve seen us start the conflict in Iraq and right now it has  many similarities to Vietnam. There is much to be said for the effect that it had upon our troops; post-war PTSD is often permanent, and there can be no amount of therapy for some of our fighters than can put them right – it can only re-enable them to function. Barely.

We already know, as a nation, as a people, as individuals, that the war failed. Aside from the deaths of our troops, the United States became the butt of the world’s jokes and, in many parts of the globe, earned us contempt. It has also landed us in a very, very questionable situation: we have to pull out, lest we waste more money and lives like this, but at the same time, there is a risk of backlash.The Middle Eastern countries, whether they have mass weapons or not, have a long memory and I can promise you, this will not be forgotten anytime soon.

War brings the worst in people, whether at home or abroad, and this war has brought out a lot of what has gone on unnoticed for a long time. I have seen post-9/11/01 anxiety become a sort of an odd apprehension; to this day I look askance at the sky if I hear jet engines. Many other New Yorkers have started doing the same thing. When the Air Force One plane flew a little too low over NY, people have raised hell about it, citing that after planes brought down two buildings, the pilots of AFO should know better than to trigger this particular memory.

Even now, when I went to get more groceries, I remembered that nine years ago, when I was setting a land speed record coming home from school and keeping one ear on the phone and one eye on the television, I was pelted by ash and smelled a particular sort of acrid burning something in the air. I didn’t know as I was going home that what I was smelling was jet fuel, insulation, and victims. And today, nine years later, with groceries in hand, I marveled that the air smells clean today. And remembered, right then and there, exactly what that smell was like.

It doesn’t go away. 364 days out of the year, we New Yorkers try not to think about it, but we get a firm flashback today.

And lately, especially n the past three years, this day has been the attractor of controversy, mostly on the account of extremism, the most notable of which is the book-burning pastor.

I’ve been trying not to comment on these, but I feel that today, I should.

The book-burning pastor comes first, if only because I am an author, and I take this sort of a thing very personally.

I will first say, book-burning has been a signature method of the Roman Catholic Church to stifle protest. In England, before Protestant religion took hold, the Church has been ordering burnings of any religious pamphlets or texts that it disagreed with. Martin Luther’s works were burned en masse, wherever they were found. Book censorship has been a signature in pre-revolutionary countries (France and Russia, notably), and done so because controlling the media was the best way to control the masses and, back then, before the Internet had made information easily accessible, the best way was through books, and not necessarily tracts, political nonfiction, etc. Even fiction that was found to “promote ideas” was outlawed…of course, this was still circumvented, but I digress.

The point is, unfortunately, this “pastor” doesn’t shock me at all, but considering that the Islamic world holds their book in the same regard as the Christian world holds the Bible, and the Jewish world upholds the Torah, to burn the Koran is the highest of insults, and not just to them: to us as well.

Contrary to what the fundies in the US claim, this country was not founded as a Christian nation. The Founding Fathers were Freemasons, deists – believers, and keen to make this country a free  one by the principles that were held important in those days. Life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness encompassed vastly different things in 1776 than it does now in 2010, but they knew even then one of the important things to establish was “to live and let live.” This principle was tested and evolved with time, and as of right now, this book burning is a nice old-fashioned slap in the face to that principle. Many have said, not just Islamic people, that the US doesn’t practice the tolerance that it preaches.

And you know, they’re right. How tolerant is this country, really? And not just to other religions, but to Different People? The immigration law in Arizona speaks to contrary. The fact that gay rights are a constant, uphill battle says something as well. The fact that a woman makes 77 cents to a man’s dollar says something else. And the fact that atheists are vilified are something less than human says yet another thing. Put all of this together, and the gilded image of tolerance begins to crack.

I have seen a lot of people say, “That guy has no right to call himself a Christian.”

I get where they’re coming from. The principles of Christ-like living have gone by the wayside, and this guy’s actions are a slap in the face to those people who have managed to adhere to their faith without ruffling feathers, or insulting someone of a different faith – or someone who is not religious altogether. Those people feel insulted by the fact that one extremist is doing something that goes against their principles to that degree. And I understand that.

However, if you consider how popular extremism has become, I’m not altogether surprised.

Really, though. Christianity in the US has lately been  a contest of who could get more outlandish in their beliefs, principles, actions, etc. The book-burning pastor is only one example. The protesters outside of Planned Parenthood who intimidate and browbeat women regardless of what they’re actually there for are another. The people who “exorcise” their children and killing them as a result of that “exorcism” are yet another. And let’s not forget people who will, despite concrete, scientific proof to contrary, claim that the world really was created in 7 days, 2010 years ago.

It amazes me, and not in a good way. I’m astounded at what people can justify with what’s supposedly in their bibles, never mind the intent with which those particular verses were written, and never mind the number of times the Bible has been revised in the past five hundred years alone. And most people forget that the Bible was written by human beings to explain what back then, they had neither the science nor the proof to explain. Now, however, we do have that science and proof now, and it amazes me that some people will stuff their fingers in their ears and scream “la la la, can’t hear you!” to something that completely counters their religion.

This is the exact sort of attitude that has bred the book-burning pastor, and that is the attitude that is most obvious to the rest of the world.  America is the butt of the world’s jokes, because for all our tolerance, we have tolerated enough intolerant people that have made themselves the center of attention with their own ignorance.

Truly, had the people researched the history of religion, and done so thoroughly, they would see their Jesus was often called “rabbi” – which means teacher – and that their own religion is a subset of Judaism. And that the Islamic religion had been the last monotheistic subset of the Judeo-Christian faith. And that all of the sects – Protestant, Presbyterian, Southern Baptist – would never have happened, had Martin Luther not gained popularity in Europe (England particularly), in the 1500s. And all of those religious changes were marked by bloodshed.

And all of those things have one major common trait with today’s world: lack of acceptance of differences.

Because after all the wars are done, we still have to share the world and coexist in it, as different people. Whether deist, theist or atheist, gay, straight, or in between, regardless of skin color, we still have to coexist.

K.G.

Categories: musings

AW September Blog Chain: Seasons

September 5, 2010 25 comments

And it’s that time again! Another delightful blog chain topic from the people of AbsoluteWrite.

The topic is: what season inspires you the most?

And a curious question this happens to be.

I wrote earlier about the changes of seasons, how it’s now possible to feel autumn chill even before the seasons change “officially” – and truthfully, that’s my real time to be out and about. I love the crisp coolness in the air, the foliage, the fact that it’s just that in-between season: cooler than the roast of the summer, but warmer than winter chill.

But, truthfully, what inspires me the most is the winter chill.

Think on it. The storm’s roaring outside, it’s cold enough that the windchill gets into the lungs – which I utterly loathe, I can do dry winters, but not this! – so what is left to do to keep warm but brew a nice ol’ English tea, slip into comfortable pajamas and turn on some music for inspiration? At least, that is what I do. And, of course, I get inspired from music regardless, but this time, I cannot be tempted into going outside…unless I am a masochist and feel like getting bronchitis. Which, um, I’m not.

This is where a lot of plotting and editing happens for me. I delve into the prior books to get my handle on the Department of Back Story, and then I get into the current nuance whirling around in my head. A couple of sips of the ye olde English tea, or a nice strong coffee, and the scene is readily percolating in my head. I call a friend of mine to bounce off some dialogue ideas, and this is how my books happen. All while the snow is pounding the windowpanes.

And then, of course, there are the walks.

You may not know this about me, but I love snowstorms. I love it when the snow is everywhere, especially if it’s the dry sort that doesn’t stick to everything or crusts over with ice. I love the crisp of it under my boots when I walk, I love the way it weighs down the leafless skeletons of trees around the streets. It’s calming, in its own particular way. I especially love walks like these after a day at work. I simply want nothing more than to feel the cold air on my face; it zones me out in almost the same way that music does.

And speaking of writing, I’m waaay overdue to finish the edit of Book 3 Chapter 4. Like, really overdue…

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A Night at the Houndstooth

September 4, 2010 4 comments

Steve Butler of Mighty Music Corp. gets major props for putting this together. And I get a hearty “D’OH!” for not knowing about the Houndstooth Pub having a music venue earlier.

Walk into the Houndstooth, and immediately you’re greeted by dark wood, exposed brick, and behind a few tables bordering the bar, you will find a wrought-iron staircase heading down to an expansive show area.  Right away, you’re greeted by the downstairs bar, and two drum setups. Why two? I’ll get to that in a mo’.

That is where last night found me, my coworker, and my coworker’s husband heading to. I kinda-sorta jumped the gun and bought my ticket before I got the news that I won a pair. So the pair went to my coworker and the hubby.

The first person I saw upon walking in – Shilts! Ex-saxman for Down to the Bone, and one of the first people I met aboard the All Star Cruise 2009, always a laugh and a half on stage, I jokingly think of him as an honorary New Yorker owing to his music style. He definitely kept to his roots in DTTB funk and parlayed it into a series of successful albums, the latest of which, Going Underground, I’m looking forward to in a handful of weeks.

First up, however, was not Shilts – it was Stix Bones.

Who is Stix Bones, you ask? And I say that he is a drummer, educated at SUNY Purchase, and one of the few drummers who can hit it backwards, while walking around the kit, etc. and not miss a single beat. You may have seen him around the tri-state area, and I’m sure you’ve heard him on many a hip-hop recording, but what he showed off alongside DJ Rafe Gomez while the band was setting up was a phenomenal bit of handiwork. Whether backtracking to what DJ Rafe was playing or going solo with a groove, this guy was certainly an excellent prelude to the night.

The second up was a familiar face from Berks Jazz Fest: Matt Marshak, a guitarist whose style is John Tropea meets Wes Montgomery.

I’ve not seen Matt since the opening for Guitarzzz at Berks and that was a definite treat; twice so because of the smaller venue as opposed to the huge performance area of the Crowne Plaza. I really got a chance to listen into his music and, when he started in with Seduction, I knew that I had a new addition to my favorites list. A slow, trippy funk rhythm and an occasional casual bend of the strings that, in conjunction with the rest of the melody, might as well translate to a casually raised eyebrow. Seduction indeed, and if you consider that I’m a sucker for a great guitar… yeah. I think I have myself a new playlist addition right there. And medleying Affirmation, Breezin’, and We’re In This Love Together was enough to convince me, particularly the middle. I enjoy old-school George Benson, and I certainly enjoy a new take on an oldie-but-a-goodie.

Indeed, Matt proved himself a master of the old-school, when he covered Santos and Johnny’s Sleepwalk. Old-school indeed, for that song goes way back to the fifties and, between Matt’s stylistic touch and Kenny Harris on the bass, I couldn’t help but momentarily reimagine the Houndstooth pub as a malt shop. Way before my time, I’m aware, but it was one of those moments where a melody just puts you into a completely different frame of mind.

Next up was Nate Najar, and I will admit that I had no idea what to expect. Also a guitarist, Nate leans a bit into the easygoing direction. It’s a Good Day was a light, upbeat sample of his style, engaging in his own right, and also a good addition to my list.

What I noticed about Nate Najar was that he handled a lot more of his acoustic than the electric. That is not to say that he didn’t bend those strings either; for Sunday Serenade, that was the instrument of choice, and so was the slightest Gospel accent. Adding to that, he made a tour of everyone in the audience, much to their delight.

In checking out Nate Najar’s material on iTunes after the show, I will say this: get this guy’s stuff if you’re like me and have an affinity towards big-band and swing. Swinging with the Nate Najar Trio reimagines that era into Nate’s easygoing, conversational guitar.

The final man up was none other than Shilts. And if you haven’t seen him, I recommend it: aside from the great tenor sax, he makes for a hysterical emcee. After opening up with See What’s Happened, and following up with Look What’s Happened (I see the pattern too, believe me), he talked a bit about his new CD. Which, of course, gave root to this moment:

Shilts: Is anyone from Lon…don..? *trails off at lack of hands*

Audience member: I’m from there.

Shilts: Really? Whereabouts?

Audience member: Manchester.

Shilts: That’s not bloody London! That’s nowhere near London!

And, being the DTTB expat that he is, Shilts finished with my favorite combination of Staten Island Groove and Brooklyn Heights.

Also a surprise: “Third” was in the mix as well, as the drummer to both Shilts and Nate Najar – and also a participant of Jammin’ in Jamaica 2009.

In all, a fantastic night! The acoustics of the Houndstooth Pub venue room were excellent; there was no distortion that I could hear because of the layout; whether I was sitting at the bar or at my table, the sound was carried very well. I truly do hope this becomes a regular series; the Houndstooth isn’t far from where I work, and thus a fantastic location to escape to for the purposes of music-chasing.

K.G.

PS: …that audience member turned out to be from Queens. :)

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Whoa…

September 3, 2010 1 comment

Okay, so I’m seeing Dave Brubeck in November.

I’ve stayed within budget! I set aside a certain amount for cash, but I didn’t end up withdrawing any of it. Which is OK – and in fact, it’s even better.

So, I paid the $82.50 (incl. tax and fees) to the Note, will fire up the ramen noodle pot, and see the legend. :)

In the meanwhile, I’ll sit out (tentatively) Brian Culbertson at BB King’s (and not just because of the fact I splurged on Brubeck – Sept. 15th is a deadline at work) and I’m wavering on Sanborn and Barbieri. Botti I’ll book for Christmas, but much later.

…good gravy. This is a hell of a season!

K.G.

Categories: jazz

Chasing Music: Jonathan Butler

September 2, 2010 3 comments

A hot night to kick off September, and a great concert to wrap up summer – it’s definitely one of those stories that New York is made of. After a brief workout, that was yesterday night and, thanks to Ken, Bill and Sam, it was the final Spirit Cruise of the season: Jonathan Butler.

Yes, for real this time. :)

Jonathan Butler’s history fascinates me, always. He was born in Cape Town, South Africa, survived apartheid, and through all of it kept his faith and wanted nothing more than to share his music with the world. He is very spiritual, and his music shows it.

What I like about it is always that Jonathan’s music is always uplifting. Believe me, I’m no fan of Gospel – which has nothing to do with my atheism; I generally find Gospel music a bit overwhelming for my tastes – but something about JB simply pulls at the ear and the mind. Don’t get me wrong: JB can turn up the funk on that guitar like a master, but I will always associate him with his gentler material, especially considering that the first time I sampled his music live was in Montego Bay, Jamaica.

And what better way to open the show than with Sarah, Sarah, with Jodie Butler, his youngest daughter, on the vocals.

“Before I play the next song,” said Jonathan after he finished, “I think I want that suit!”

I had to chuckle a little once I saw what he meant. In the audience was a gent who wore a bright red, genuine Zoot suit, and I realized that Jonathan was trying his best not to crack up on stage. I have to hand it to him for being a pro; he more than held his own, but it still brought a grin to my face.

That and I don’t recall seeing a Zoot outside of a certain time period. I can, however, think of the one guitarist in the world who could pull off a Zoot suit successfully (yes, Nick Colionne, I’m looking at you!!).

But I digress from this guitarist.

One of the songs that had me smiling was Color Green. A lovely uplift that made me look at Jonathan and the Gospel style a little differently. This was a different brand altogether: very much his in his steady faith, and very much his in the subtlety of it. The Gospel influence was there, but it was light and tangible as such, allowing each listener in the audience to sample it for themselves, and appreciate it in their own way.

Another – and this is off the new record, So Strong – was You Gotta Believe In Something. A strong and pervasive message, translated into a lovely melodic groove, I heard it the first time in Atlantic City at the Dave Koz show. This was a different setting altogether, though. The Spirit ship is much more intimate than the Harrah’s Concert Venue, and made me appreciate the sound a lot more. Jonathan’s voice sounded much richer in this setting, and Jodie’s light, lush accents touched up the overall effect to perfection.

With New York City’s nighttime skyline outside, I had to remind myself: this is the last sailing of the season. The real last sailing of the season. And man, this is a hell of a music season, 2010, I have to admit!

With very, very special thanks to Rosa, Bill & Sam of Marquee, Ken of SJS, and JB Brooks, whose photos you see much more frequently than my own art :)

K.G.

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