
Pristine acoustics and beautiful music. Good for rainy days, or any others.
I've been working on a solo acoustic guitar album. This isn't it: this is just the demo I recorded yesterday so that I can hear what the songs I've been working on sound like. So, there are lots of errors, some squonky notes, some hesitations and stumbles, and a couple distorted moments from being overly casual with the microphone levels. Also, most the songs run a little longer than is reasonable, due to the fact that I'm wandering around improvising a bit too much and trying to find my way back to the main motifs.
The great final work, finished just before his death. Every track is gorgeous, and deceptively simple (though details emerge on repeated close listening). There's lots of heart in these, proving just how emotionally rich unadorned hip-hop beats can be.


I'd been listening to this off and on for years, but what really settled this album for me was right after the election of 2004, when Dan's "Wake for Democracy" ended with a police raid, and I got my groin patted down by a cop while guns aimed at me. Afterwards this album seemed to tell all sorts of related stories, and the night extended into fractal patterns of heartache and anger as Mingus worked in flamenco flourishes and somber orchestrations (never forgetting the occasional grim jest- one of the beauties of Mingus is that his sense of humor is never missing from his sense of tragedy). There are times when you don't hear music, you live within it, and that was one time.

Seems about right. I'm no pianist, but it's easy to hear the insane level of mastery here. Even better, it's in service of musical effect-- and the songs are exceptionally beautiful with this level of baroque ornamentation.Legend has it that classical pianist Vladimir Horowitz was so awed by Tatum's wizardry that it brought him to tears. Fittingly, his strongest support comes from one of his early influences, Fats Waller. One time in 1938 Tatum dropped in to hear Waller play at a club. By way of introduction Waller told the audience, "I just play the piano, but God is in the house tonight."
I've always thought Leo Kottke was due for hipster recognition as much as John Fahey. Of course, Fahey was a depressive who created a minimalist, purely instrumental style primarily derived from blues, whereas Leo is a showman who's always worked in sort of a flashy country genre, and even sang on occasion. 
A thrift store purchase that has never gotten too far from my turntable. World music from back when Americans only knew the Middle East existed because of Peter O' Toole in Lawrence of Arabia. I've no idea what the actual heritage of this record is, or what Mr. Arakelian's background or area of expertise is. But it's a delicious record, and I could listen to it daily for the rest of my life and be happy.



So, if you've had a pretty successful career as a Brazilian guitar master & jazz sideman, and then your health breaks down and you have a spiritual epiphany, become a very serious yoga practitioner, and decide to retire from the life of a performing musican, what do you do?