First Contact

Taking a few minutes out to write this blog is to preserve a little strange something that I feel should be included in the records of events that was 2011.  I believe it is important to commit a certain amount of material to the historical record.

 

A bit of old-school jazz-speak on the way through the desert.

Spent the latter half or 2011 playing with the Jerry Becker Quartet.   

Among the many interesting adventures I have had with this group of characters during my brief tenure with this "aggregation." our trip to Abiqiui probably takes the cake for weirdness and I learned a valuable lesson.

I guess I should start with the valuable lesson bit.  As much as I have loved getting to know these characters they have not been very aggressive in getting paid for their work.  To be perfectly honest I can not even remember agreeing to do this gig.   So, we are going up to Abiquiu, NM at a really tough financial time.

I decided, with a lot of work, to just go with the flow and let whatever happened be OK.

I was particularly skeptical about what would happen financially on this gig because it had a trifecta of red flags going for it.  1)  Going to the boonies in December  2)  It was an art gallery opening, which has its own special meaning in Santa Fe Speak   3)  It was donation only, not even a partial guarantee.

Nice Sign, but I was still nonplussed at the prospects for a successful gig

at the Rising Moon Gallery

Things got even worse than I thought when we made our final approach.  Not only were we in the boonies and coming up fast on the gig, and the gig appeared to be in a "container?"

(The lovely and perceptive Patti disagrees with me on this whole container bit.)

Ok, it is was a merry looking container, but a container nonetheless.

And it got a bit merrier!

When we got  inside and met our host is when things got really weird.  This cat could have walked onto any Star-Trek set and been a perfect Vulcan ambassador or teacher just exactly the way he was.   Standing, oh maybe five foot ten with a thick head of white hear in a perfect bowl haircut.  Wearing a black turtleneck sweater of some odd luxuriant (alien) quality.  He was decorated also, of course, in large gobs of the ubiquitous turquoise jewelry sported  by those Santa Feans of a certain class and mind set.  He had this one piece of jewelry that really stood out was a  large,dark triangular piece that looked exactly like a Vulcan Idik.

I will have to get to the rest of this writing a bit later....in the meantime....

Meet the Band....

 

Doug Frantz: Drums

Chris McMahon: Fretless Electric Bass

Jerry Becker: Tenor Sax and fearless leader

Cameron Weckerley:  Keyboards

Working on sensual forms on LA time

Some of you who follow my music may wonder why nothing new has come out in the last couple of weeks.  What have I been up to.  For one thing some of my tracks are in LA getting guitar tracks put on.

The other project that has been taking my attention is a long-from composition commissioned by Patti (Dagni Rose) Weckerley. She is looking for a very specific type of sensual music to market at part of her website.

The piece of music presented as is on Reverb Nation is a shortened version of the full 20 minute piece.  The purpose of the piece, as previously stated, is to groove, but be non-obtrusive during sensual activities.  You can stream the piece and others here.  I would be most interested in feedback if anybody tries it out.  Thanks.

Cameron

Volunteering

On Thursday I played a volunteer piano gig at Rosemont retirement home I really did not want to do it, but it was contrary action which payed off.  In terms of pure therapy it was almost as good as burning down a set of twisties on the R.  I played standard solo piano jazz for an hour.  The residents seemed most receptive, and it was a good chance to try out in the real world what I had been practicing at home for some time now.

In terms of self analysis I did the best I could to objectively assess what level of progress had been made.  I know I have mentioned it many times in my blog before I am sticking as close as possible to the Kenny Werner method of making progress very slowly but completely.

From a spiritual sense I still have a long way to go to be able to slip into "the zone" under pressure.

After the gig I got the grand tour of the the Rosemont facility and had a very fine lunch with a resident who is a big jazz fan.  Oscar Peterson is his favorite artist - no pressure there.  His story seemed alarmingly sad and had a  certain amount of bizarre randomness to it.  It is so hard to know though because these elderly situations often involve another point of view.  Having an elderly parent myself who is showing signs of dementia I am very interested in these kinds of cases.

Anyway, I will be going back next week to do it again.

Thanks for reading this and I do my best to keep my friends and family informed.