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

Turning point (and fear), and a serious lack of faith in New Mexico.

Every since we got rear ended by an uninsured motorist coming out of The Canyon Road Teahouse on 12/20/11 I have been in debilitating pain and have lost most of the use of my right hand.,, which for a keyboardist/guitarist/producer this is very bad news.

All seems to have been fine until 12/20/11 when Patti and I were rear-ended on the ice.   Now I have neck pain which has ratched up to at least an 8 and is intolerable.  What is worse is that there seems to be bone spur in my neck pressing against my spine which is rendering my right hand, numb, weak and not very useful for music.

This is a seriously last ditch effort, which has a serious risk associated with it...not tremendously confident in the outcome, but here we go...I wish this was going down at UCLA instead of the backwaters of NM....

First the ecstasy then the laundry

For the last couple of years music has been a solitary experience, and largely an academic one.  The joy of playing out just was not there like it had been in "days of old."

Above - The Cameron Weckerley group at the

Kern County Fair c. 2007

Recently I met up with Chris McMahon through an ad on Craigslist and we took the chance to

make our first rehearsal in public at a gig at the Friendship Club.

Cameron and Chris play Georgia

It was truly a joyful experience and over far to soon and then back to reality.

Fortunately we get to do it again at Cowgirl in a couple of weeks.

I have high hopes for this duo....stay tuned for more.

Borderline at Borders.

In this post I mean no disrespect to the venue, the patrons or myself.  It was just one of those days when the planetary alignment, or whatever just sucks everything into a sort of negative downward spiral that once it reaches a certain point there is no recovery.  Case in point,  look carefully at the photo below and notice how everything has this odd slant to it.   The only thing I can compare it too is Wolf's drum set at the bowling alley wayyy back in the day.  (Certain people will know what that means, if you don't worry not about it.)

It was just one of those days, not anybody's fault

Balance

Interesting how the pendulum of change is ever swinging. It has been a long time since I have had anything meaningful to do with music. In fact I was sick of it, done. Just as I was sick of teaching. However, a hook always remained in my soul, occasionally tugged on by people have been dear to me for a long, long time.

During our time in Phoenix, a few musical things came out, in slow erratic and tortured, tiny advances.

The video below was one of the better examples...it was actually a complimentary effort with the disciplines I was learning at MMI. It was the first time I had truly embraced the ideas of Kenny Werner and his "Effortless Mastery" techniques. Although simple in technique the piece was worked through slowly and carefully and with something burning to be said. Listening to it a year later is has, for me, power and meaning.

But I digress, as I was saying the last few years I have been obsessed with motorcycles and travel and writing and once again fame. Now, working long hours at Santa Fe BMW Motorcycles I feel my life being absorbed by a life I am finding less and less attractive.

After two years of the agony of cognitive dissonance between exactly what course of action to take, i.e. travel writing or music.  With limited time available it seems like I can pursue only one in addition to my work duties.

It seems, however, that the time has come to pursue music once again after all.   I am guided in in this preliminary assessment by the evidence that a tiny bit of energy put forward in the direction of music recently (See previous post) has brought some more opportunities.  Getting ready for this next opportunity has taken most of my energy for the last few days, including most of my precious weekend and I am already feeling on the edge of burnout.   This new enthusiasm for music is therefore fragile and requires me to proceed with balance.

Not my strongest suit, but I will keep you posted