Feelin’ Alright

Well the season of darkness and cold is closing in upon us. The end of the year, the end of the decade. Lots of changes are happening, and more coming soon. I’ve been trying finish off a bunch of old things, and move forward with a some new things. Rolling with the changes, the dude abides.

One nice thing is that the gang all got together Thanksgiving weekend to play D&D. This time Michelle is DM’ing, and wrote an original dungeon for us to play, in which a local prince was kidnapped by a gang of orcs and ogres and the party went off to rescue him in some caves in the hills. It was definitely a success and we all had alot of fun, and the plan is to play again over Christmas break.

About half the party continued with the characters from my campaign and the rest created new ones. Lou and Valerie are still a pair of Dwarves, one a fighter and on a Paladin, both lawful good, so that makes for lots of melee might and some interesting roleplay. Katie is now kleptomaniac Hobbit Druid, and Phil is some kind of Gnome prankster, while Addie is a demo-ogre Barbarian, lots mayhem and fun. Michelle had a really cool cleric, an acolyte of Thor, who even had a magic hammer, and another, a halfling thief, who converted to Posidenism so she could wield a magic trident.

I thought of taking over one of these, but instead I brought back one of my previous characters, Hiro, a half-Elf Sorcerer/Monk. The idea with this combination was that he’d be a potent innate spellcaster, while his monk training would let him attack with a staff and open-handed strikes: a formidable fighter without needed swords or armor, which hinder the use of magic. In our old campaign he was a very high-level character, but I had to wind him all the way back to 6th level. This makes him third level in each of his classes. Not powerful enough for massive fists-of-fury kung fu attacks, nor advanced enough for third level spells like Fireball and Lightning Bolt. And Michelle would not allow me to bring in a really powerful staff from my previous campaign, so he didn’t have much in the way of magic weapons. In fact he’s not at all a badass, and after a couple encounters that consisted of getting seriously wounded and running away, I had to figure out a new way to play the character. It turned out my best option alot the time was throwing stars!

As far as the recording project goes, I must admit I’ve been hung up on getting together the cover art for the release of Sun of the Son. I did in fact find an old cassette of the original version, but the art is a halftone screen print an well nigh unusable. So now I’m just meditating on the question of what direction to take, waiting for an image to suggest itself. Maybe I could use some photos of some origami dragons or something.

Nevertheless I’m going ahead starting in on some new recordings. I’m have a set of half-developed originals I’m gonna save to see if I can develop them with the new group, if it gets off the ground. I have a set of players who are all into the idea of doing an originals project. Now it’s a matter of finding a day when everyone can get together.

So for now I’m circling back to do a couple covers from my past, both dating from around the same time as Sun.

One is the Story Lies, one of my favorite songs written by Martin. He’s done a couple versions of it, one with sax and one without. Mine is gonna take the sax version even further and make it funkier and clavinet-oriented. For now I’ve just been studying the song, learning the correct chords and form, and to sing and play it at the same time without having to think about it. They chord changes are really frickin’ cool I must say, with a rather killer-sounding unusual modulation as the backbone of the song. I’m thinking of figuring out the guitar part, just so I can have some of that heavy crunchiness. At Martin’s writing used alot of patterns that he’d shift around the fretboard in clever ways, while taking advantage of open strings. He might have even showed me once. Plus I’ll get a chance to use my new stomp box.

The other song is Who Speaks on Your Behalf by The Cheshire Cat, a great band out of Buffalo from back in the day. This one is a fairly complicated prog-pop number with heavy synthesizer riffs, and bombastic drumming by Ryan Boyle. I’ll probably change around the instrumentation to be closer to my current favored palette while keeping in mind the spirit of the original. Again I’m at the point where I’m learning to sing and play it. This one is a little more work.

In other news, the jazz group Haven Street has a gig coming up at Hayfields Cafe in North Salem on Fri Dec 20 at 7pm. Sort of a dinner gig. So in addition to our usual set of mostly originals sprinkled with a few covers, we’ve worked up a bunch of Christmas songs. This has been tons of fun, taking songs that everyone knows and making them our own by changing the groove and the harmonies. Probably my favorite is We Three Kings, done sort of in the style of John Coltrane’s My Favorite Things.

New Recording – Sun of the Son

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Here’s a new song I’ve been working on in my home studio. Enjoy!

http://zingman.com/music/mp3/bziv/SunOfTheSon43_all.mp3
http://zingman.com/music/mp3/bziv/SunOfTheSon43_pt1.mp3
http://zingman.com/music/mp3/bziv/SunOfTheSon43_pt2.mp3
http://zingman.com/music/mp3/bziv/SunOfTheSon43_radioedit.mp3

At this point the mixing and mastering is done, except for maybe a tiny tweak or two. I no longer really have a separate mastering phase, even though I use a mastering suite that gives me alot of control. In practice I just use it for observing, cuz if I spot something I want to adjust it’s almost easier to go back the mix and do it on the dynamic compressor on the main out.

The major thing left to do is put some album cover art on it and package it up for sale on iTunes, Spotify, etc. Way back in the day when Event Horizon did the original version of this song, we put it out as a track on the album Son of the Sun. It was only available on cassette! I was hoping to maybe do something with the cover art for that, to update and recontextualize it. The cover featured an image of dragon, which I drew on the computer using Corel Draw. Very advanced for the day but probably doesn’t look too impressive now.

But alas, I can’t find it! It wasn’t in a drawer where I keep artwork from old projects of that kind. It wasn’t in a old box of cassettes either. The box only had tapes from bands whose names begin with G – Z. I don’t know where A – F are, but I’d imagine they must be in another box.

Anyway, I cut four renditions. The first is the full song, close to ten minutes longs. Then I edited into parts 1 and 2, each around five minutes long, inspired in part by the classic Isley Brothers song Shout! or maybe ELP’s Karn Evil 9, 1st Impression Parts I & II. When I was mixing I did it in sections, and each half seemed kinda compelling in it’s own way, with a sort of drama to the fade-out and back in again. The split is just at the start of the sax solo, so the two halves have a pretty different character, with the second half featuring the percussion solo and the “Big Rise” and “Big Riff” sections. Finally I did a “radio edit” of the first two and half minutes or so, thru the main theme and into the start of the solos.

Haven Street – An Evening of Jazz at Hayfields

My jazz group Haven Street is returning to Hayfields in North Salem, Friday December 20. It’s a very cool venue. Last couple times played there it was a summertime gig, outdoors on the patio. This time we’ll be inside. Should be great, festive fun. We’ll even learn a couple Christmas carols.

Hope to see you there!

The Devil Is in the Details

We had a great weekend in Boston and OrigaMIT. We went up a day early, on Friday to take in the sights in downtown Boston. Michelle had never been there and it had been a long time for Jeannie and me. We started with the famous historical sailing ship U.S.S. Constitution, A.K.A. “Old Ironsides”. I’d never seen it before and it was pretty cool. Turns out in addition to famously surviving numerous battles on the high seas in the early to mid 19th century, the ship was actually the first vessel built by or for the United States Navy, one of six for America’s freshman fleet, back in the 1790’s in the Washington administration. As you’d expect the ship was full of lots of cannons and sailing rigging, technology from another era. And predictably ceilings and doorways were low, and got lower the further belowdecks you went.

One cool thing was the ship is still on active duty after 222 years. The museum is in fact an active Navy Yard, and the tour guides on the boat were sailors serving as the ship’s crew. They kept on referring to events from hundreds of years ago in the second person, as in “We won that battle…” At first this reminded me of sports fans rooting for their team, but I realized as American Navy Sailors they’re perfectly entitled to talk that way because the the continuity is real.

We had lunch in a nearby pub that was built in the 1700’s, where Paul Revere used to hang out. The food was great, enjoyed the chowdah. After lunch we walked over the bridge where Magnus Chase got killed and sent to Valhalla and into the old historic town. It was pretty cold and windy, below freezing, actually, for the first time after a mild fall so far. We saw the Old North Church, the slightly-less-old Catholic North Church, Paul Revere’s House and Quincy Market. We ended up taking a ferry across the harbor back to our starting point as the sun was setting. All in all a very nice day.

OrigaMIT, a.k.a the M.I.T Origami convention, itself was great. I always feel like I don’t have enough new stuff in my exhibit, and I hadn’t really done much folding since June, but in the last week or so I managed to jam out a few longstanding unfinished projects.

First was Two Intersecting Tetrahedra (a.k.a. Stellated Octahedron) w/ Color Change. This was a subject I had tackled several times in the past but was never satisfied with the result. So ended up going with a someone else’s idea. Beth Johnson has a model of this shape and was kind enough to send me her CP. Beth is not generally known for her single-sheet color-change complex polyhedra but her approach is great, with a clever twist fold to form the pyramids that augment the primary faces along with a hexagonal layout to accomplish the color change reasonably efficiently. I can’t help but think there’s a more efficient layout out there, maybe from a square, but so far I haven’t been able to improve on her design. Folding from the CP it was a bit of a puzzle, but once you understand it goes together nicely. Like alot of models of this ilk it tends to spring apart, but wetfolded out of the right paper it holds together quite well. I’m pleased I was a able to fold an exhibit quality model. Thank you Beth!

Next up, my Oliphaunt. This is one of my most complex models, barely foldable at all. You need to pick the right paper cuz it can get really thick, and you need to start with a large (50cm or more) sheet. A while back I found a really nice piece of paper, perfect for the subject. Only problem was that it was kind of soft, so I laminated to a sheet of gold foil for a stiffer backing. I got ninety percent of the way finished for OUSA last June. But it turned out the foil was not stiff enough to overcome the softness of the paper, and it was not wetfoldable either. So I had to set it aside.

Now alot of guys who do supercomplex models (everyone from Robert Lang, Brian Chan and Jason Ku on down) put glue and tape and metal armatures inside their models all the time. I’ve always resisted this even for common problems like countering the tendency for the legs to splay out (the issue with my Oliphaunt) or making a bird or other biped balance on two legs. I’ve always preferred to try and fix the issue in the design. But you know, sometimes you need a little help to get by. I ended up making a simple inverted U-shaped armature of out of an old handle for a Chinese food box, and taped it inside, and it was just the thing.

While I was at it, I had a nearly complete rendition of my American Turkey hanging around that suffered from the same problem. I taped a wire inside that and had another excellent exhibit-quality model.

So suddenly I had three great new models. Woo-hoo!

And, I almost forgot to mention I made a Giant Squid for the OUSA Holiday Tree at the Museum of Natural History. I made it from a semi-glossy sheet of dark red paper with a silvery backing. It looks perfect. The finished model is over a foot long. Talo says he’s gone set it up fighting a blue whale.

I taught two classes this year, teaching three of my models. Two of the models were new: my Catamaran and Speedboat. I designed the Catamaran last February at Origami Heaven after returning from a sailing trip in the Bahamas. I designed the speedboat sometime around OUSA in June. For this convention I diagrammed both. I had thought of them as both high intermediate cuz they only take 10 or 20 minutes each to fold, but the repertoire of folds and the 3D-ness probably lands them in the complex realm. In any event the class was full and went quite well, although it’s apparent that the Speedboat is not quite perfected: finishing it so it holds together is fussier that it ought to be. So there will another round of diagrams for that one in the offing.

The other class I taught was my Medieval Dragon III. This is a very old model. In fact, the original version of it was my first truly successful original design and dates back to the 1980’s. The base is half blintzed bird base and half blintzed frog base with a little preliminary base grafted onto one corner, borrowed from John Montroll’s Pegasus from his Origami for the Enthusiast book. Sometime in the early 2000’s I revisited it and enlarged the graft to allow for improved detail in the head and claws on the wings. Even though the folding style is dated, it has a great, classic look and is lots of fun to hold. To this day it’s one of the better dragons out there. The class was two hours and it was quite popular and everyone in it finished the model and did a great job.

In between teaching was alot of hanging out with origami friends: Adrianne, Robby, Anne, Michael and Richard, Talo, Brian, Jason, Robert, Mark and some new faces. All in all a long, exhausting but very fun weekend.

Next up: pictures!!!

Endless Summer Slacking

We get the nicest days this time of year. It’s getting on a month since we got back from our trip, and for the most part it’s been just beautiful and great to spend time outdoors, although it’s starting to get dark noticeably earlier.

I’ve gotten back into biking and skating.

I took my mountain bike out three times now, to a place near my house called Nature Study Woods. It’s mostly pretty flat but the hilly parts also tend to be the stoniest trails, which is unfortunate. First time out it felt pretty difficult. I was thinking of getting a new mountain bike since mine is from the ’90’s and doesn’t have any shock absorbers like modern bikes have. But then it got easier next time out. Still it might help with pulling up a really stony hill.

Last time out I saw a fox, which is cool, and there was a tree down across the trail, which was not so cool. It had become so overgrown with vines that the weight of the vines caused the tree to collapse. So to get by I had to hack out a tunnel thru the wreckage with my bare hands.

As for skating, I haven’t gotten off my block yet. Three times so far I put on my skates and rolled up and down my street and to the dead end around the corner for a half hour or so. My skates are old and pretty shot too, and the pavement around here is old and bumpy. I used to go all over the place and it never bothered me, hills and all. But I’m thinking of getting new skates too, and also finding a place where the pavement is nice and smooth.

I told my friend Brandon at work I was thinking of new skates. Like me he’s a half-Canadian former hockey player. He said, “those are words I haven’t heard in a long time.” It’s question whether it’s worth it, if I’m likely to keep on skating thru the fall and again next spring. As luck would have it, they paved part of my street last week, up near the dead and, so I have a nice smooth place nearby now. I’m gonna test it out next time I go out and then decide.

We also managed to do a camping trip this summer, over Labor Day weekend. Jeannie and I went up to Mongaup Pond in the Catskills, where we met Martin and his family. It was a great campout, best I’ve had in years. We used to go for many years when our kids were little and it was a whole lot of families. Now our kids are older and not into camping, but Martin’s are at the age where they really enjoy it. So we did some hiking an built some fires and cooked lots of meat over flame, stayed up late talking, even rented a couple canoes and paddled around the lake. It was actually really cold at night, and I’m glad we brought lots of warn stuff to bundle up in. All in all very relaxing, and perfect break before the new school year and all that.

Last fall Jeannie and I went for a few hikes, and this weekend we started up again. We went to a nearby place this morning called Saxon Woods. The hike was about three miles of moderately hilly trails, nothing too taxing, very pleasant. We have a whole list of places to check out but many are further afield, so it’s good to explore what’s close by too.

Now all the fall stuff is back and happening. Michelle is in school, Jeannie is working five days a week, my jazz group is rehearsing again and has some gigs coming up (more on that soon). My new rock band looks like it’s getting off the ground; everyone is in and down with the plan. Now we’re picking tunes and lining up the date for the first rehearsal. Meanwhile I’ve recorded all the sax parts for my song Sun of the Son, and it’s sounding great, including a shredding solo. Next is to fill out the keyboard parts and go back and tweak the drums, then on to mixing.

At work we seem to have finally won the epic marathon battle against bugs. It’s been my primary focus off and on the last year, as well as lot of other developers and management and the company as a whole. My team has gone from hundreds and hundreds of open bugs to just a couple dozen and still dwindling. Along the way we’ve made substantial improvements to the code quality at every level from architecture to formatting.

In other news I’ve been putting alot of time on the Global Jukebox. We’ve been making an educational section called Find Your Musical Roots, for use in New York City School classrooms. It’s been a big effort and there’s still a way to go. We have a major check-in tomorrow. It ought to be ready to go live sometime this fall.

Groovin’ High

You’re probably thinking hey John, it’s been a long time since I’ve heard about your recording project. What’s going on with that? Well I’m glad you asked.

First of all, all my bands have been on hiatus for the month of August, because everyone in the band is on vacation sometime during the month, usually two or more of us.

Ken and I are putting together a new group and we’ll start rehearsals in September. As you know the old rock band broke up back July when Gina quit in a tantrum after escalating bad behavior. The direction for the new group is fairly open right now, but we both agree we’re tired of playing the same old bar covers and want to do something a bit more experimental. Rush and Steely Dan are high on our list of influences. The drummer is gonna be Steve, who sat in on our last gig. Vinny the guitar player, who is anti-experimental by nature, and pro-play-the-same-songs-over-and-over, decided to play bass in a heavy metal band.

But we found a new guitar player, this dude Glen. He actually auditioned with us about a year ago and had a great sound and energy and fit in with the group, but left after one or two rehearsals. He randomly ran into Ken not too long ago, and explained the reason he didn’t stay with us is that he couldn’t stand Gina (a trend emerges; there was a drummer before Adrian too …) but if there’s ever a new opportunity give him a call.

Meanwhile the jazz group actually rehearsed once without Gary, and with Steve on drums (I think they rehearsed once without me too) so it was pretty much a jam session. I actually brought my alto sax to get in shape on it. Why you ask?

Ah, well back to the recording project. 2018 was a very productive year for Zing Man Studio, having mixed and released a jazz record Haven Street, and completed the third Buzzy Tonic record Elixr, which was eight years in the making. In early 2019 I completed and released a remix and remaster of the previous Buzzy Tonic record Face the Heat, with greatly superior sonic quality.

Since then I’ve been writing, arranging and practicing new material for the fourth Buzzy Tonic record, and I have more material than I can use, so there’s some decisions two be made. Side two will be drawn for a set of songs that cluster thematically, and are a bit unusual for me in that the lyrics are more worked out than the music. In any event I don’t want to start recording until I can sing and play thru the songs on the piano and know them well.

Closer in is a set of songs that may become side one. Two are covers: The Story Lies by Martin, and Who Speaks on Your Behalf by the Cheshire Cat. More on these as the are further along, but you should know I usually do a couple songs I didn’t write between albums, just to try my hand and something and see what I can learn. It also helps me overcome the limitation that whatever I write always sounds like me. So it’s a chance to bring in different sonic and songwriting ideas. Sometimes these make it on the record, sometimes not. Martin has always been very generous about letting me use his material; there’s a least one song of his on every Buzzy Tonic record.

The Story Lies is a song Martin wrote a long time ago, one that I always liked, with a dark and funky vibe, great chords and a great lyric. Speaks on Your Behalf is my favorite song by The Cheshire Cat, a sort of power-prog-pop anthem. The Cat were the best band to come out of Buffalo in the late 80’s and early 90’s, who somehow despite all their talent never got famous. Ah well. Both these songs feature pretty heavy electric guitar, so I might reinterpret the guitar parts on the keys, or I might try and record some guitar parts of my own.

The third song is a new original Plague of Frogs. I can best describe it as a sci-fi battle mini epic, sort of equal measure Bi Tor and Snow Dog by Rush and I.G.Y. by Donald Fagen. Yes, seriously. It’s gonna be about ten minutes long, and the other two are five each, so that’s an album side.

But then along came the wildcard, a song out of the blue, that I’ve now been working the whole year, and it looks like it’ll take me to the end of the year to finish it. It’s another ten-minute song, so I’m actaully on pace to do about twice my usual recording output.

The song is Sun of the Son, and even though it’s not a cover, it might as well be. I wrote it thirty years ago (wow!), in the late ’80’s for Event Horizon, my prog-jazz-fusion band at the time. When Event Horizon performed it, it grew to be a twenty-minute epic with long improvised sections within a larger end-to-end structure including odd meters, exotic modes, and some tricky unison passages. It just grew and grew into a real magnum opus. I played synth along on it with Scooby, as well as the sax, and Mark played bells as well as drums.

We recorded it around Christmastime 1992, or maybe in the new year of 1993 as part of our second album. By this time the band had broken up and I had moved to New York City to go to grad school for computer art and media, since was pretty clear none us were gonna make as rock stars and it was time get on with life. As luck would have it, just before I left town I was in a recording session with another band and the studio had a barbecue with a raffle, the prize being ten hours of free recording time.

Believe or not Jeannie won the raffle and so became executive producer for the record. We had no money so we had to get the entire project done within the ten hours. I was home on break and we got the band back together for a couple rehearsals and went in and laid down the tracks in a marathon session staring around midnight (that was the catch with free studio time, you had to do it when the studio was available.) No overdubs, no edits, no nothing. I left two hours for mixing and mastering, so that pretty much consisted of setting some levels on the tracks and master compressor and letting it roll down to two tracks. Bam, done!

The band was together for about five years, so we all knew the material well and got some great performances. But obviously it was not as tight or polished as it could have been if we, well, had more time. For Son of the Sun, we actually did two takes cuz there was a train wreck around the fifteen-minute mark of the first take. Man that was hard to pull it together and start over at 5:30 AM.

So anyway, this song as been with me all these years. Last year I tried to bring it in to my new jazz group Haven Street. My idea was to recast into more of a Latin montuno feel. Some of the guys liked it, some though it wasn’t really our sound, and in any event we could work up three or four other songs in the time it would take to do this one. I could see that, so I tired to cut it down but couldn’t see how without losing something vital. I ended up writing a new song, Wolf Whisper, which came out of experimenting with how to make the middle section of more amenable the sound of the new group. The new song sounded nothing like it, but being made for the group, the guys like it much better. Life goes on.

Then one night when I was going thru old files on my computer, sifting thru all the old half-written fragments to see if there was something I could use to go with all the lyrics I have (see above), I came across an old MIDI rendition of Son of the Sun that I must’ve laid down sometime in the ’90s, when electronic music was my day job, that I’d totally forgotten about.

It wasn’t that great musically or sonically by my current standards. All the instruments were MIDI, and the bass and drums sounded pretty stiff. But it did capture the entire complicated structure and was a workable foundation for a new version. I had to go for it.

On thing I did was trim it down to half its original length, from 19:30 to 9:45. I cut out a long, atmospheric intro with a bells solo, and I brought the jam sections in the middle down to a minute or two each. This still left quite a bit of music. Then I re-tracked the piano part, which is the spine of the song, to sound less mechanical, and re-tracked a second keyboard (my part back in the day) which is now basically vibes.

Then I focused on the drums, giving them more human feel and dynamics and changing the groove and hits where necessary. I’ll probably take one more pass at that once the other instruments are in place. I learned the bass part on actual electric bass and recorded that. I’m not at the level of a cat like Jim Wynn, who played on the original recording, as far as free expressiveness goes, but it’s solid and has a good pocket. Still to come is a new synth part, which will pull together several synth pad, bass and lead parts from the MIDI demo.

Next is time for the sax part. I wrote the song on alto. But I must say I never really dug my alto playing and was always drawn to the tenor; it just felt more like my natural voice. Also being in Eb is a pain; it kinda feels like driving on the wrong side of the road or writing in a language without types. For another thing I went to the same high school as Jay Beckenstein and was tired of people comparing us to Spyro Gyra when I was trying to do something much heavier.

In 1992 was was finally able to afford a tenor because I was moving to NYC and had sold my car. Once I got it I never looked back. (That horn turned out to be a great investment BTW, a Mark VII Selmer, and I still have it.)

But the saxophone is a weird instrument, very asymmetrical to play across different keys, and you have to decide whether to play in a higher or lower register when moving to a different horn. (Playing Charlie Parker on the tenor has the same problem.) When I adapted SotS to tenor, there was a part that required me to go into the high altissimo range for a fast, tricky run of 16th notes that modulates midway thru. I came close on the record, but didn’t quite nail it. Then there’s another section I have to play down the octave cuz it’s even higher, and I never liked that way that changed the sound.

So I was never quite satisfied with the recording for that reason as well. Now when I went to practice it on tenor I still couldn’t nail that one riff, so I decided to give it a go on alto.

I’m happy to say that my alto sound and feel is much better than I remember. I guess this is not too surprising. My alto sound is the prototype for my tenor sound, and was as big and loud as I could make it, with a wider bore Dukoff mouthpiece and number four reed, to go head to head with an electric guitar. (Kieth played a Les Paul thru a Marshall amp with a Rockman effect unit and the last band he was in before he joined us was a Metallica cover band.) It turned out to be the right move going back playing alto for this song, and I’ve been having great fun woodshedding. I’m well on my way to laying down the definitive take.

In fact, I have all the composed sections down, and am now in the question of how to approach the solos. Doing this song I’m actually breaking a longstanding rule of mine, that is not to try and do jazz on the computer. The thing that makes jazz work is the live interaction between listening, responsive human musicians in the moment, and that’s just impossible to recreate. At worst it comes off like a bad CG fight scene in a superhero movie. At best of course it’s a creative opportunity.

So I’m searching for alternatives. Ken and Erik have both offered to lay down tracks for me on the bass and drums respectively. But even though they’re both great players, doing it overdubbed onto an existing track may not work out so well.

One thing is I’m letting myself be influenced by Kamasi Washington. All his records have a very textural, layered, groove-oriented sound that might be a useful touchstone. As for other influences …

As luck would have it again, the 50th anniversary of the Woodstock Art and Music Festival was last weekend. Jeannie watched a documentary on it that focused on the behind the scenes planning and logistics, and the narrowly-averted humanitarian crisis due a crowd an order of magnitude larger than planned for showing up.

Someone made a playlist on Spotify reconstructing the entire concert from the bands’ setlists. Where there was no concert recording available from Woodstock they substituted another version. I got thru a good chunk of it, up to Santana, and listened to alot of great music I’d never heard before.

The thing that caught my ear was Ravi Shankar, who I’m familiar with but haven’t listened to in depth in a long time. (Mark from Event Horizon was a big fan and had studied Ragas and the Tabla.) I went on a deep dive, and this led me to Terry Riley, who was one of those guys I’d always heard about (e.g. as the Riley in The Who’s Baba O’Riley) but never really knew well. He’s considered one of the godfathers of electronic music composition. In the 60’s when he did alot of his pioneering work, he said his goal was to combine Indian Ragas with Miles Davis style modal jazz, using electronics. Here was the perfect template for computer jazz, and very compatible with the Kamasi vibe too.

So we’ll see how it goes, but I think at this point it’s just a matter of laying down the tracks and finishing it.

A Journey to the East, Part IV

We were on the train when we realized Vienna waits for us. Coming out of Salzburg there were still alot of mountains, but they eventually gave way to rolling hills and broad valleys. The houses changed from chalets with broad eaves and balconies to another style whose name I don’t know, with walls painted in cheerful colors and always red clay roofs, and the occasional array of solar panels.

Our hotel was a funky building several hundreds of years old, with the entrance under an arch and deep down inside a space that was something between an alleyway and a courtyard, leading back in from the street and dividing the building into two halves. There were a couple of restaurants in the there with both indoor and and outdoor space. One was perfect for dinner that night and the other for breakfast the next morning.

The first stop for the next day was the Schönbrunn Palace, which was the main summer residence of the Hapsburg monarchs for over 300 years. Wow. Not only was it a genuine, bona fide palace with of apartments for the emperor and his family, and huge ballrooms where every bit of surface was a work of art, and as an added bonus, we finally understood what the ceramic stoves we’d been seeing in other places were all about — they were actually heaters for the rooms. Anyway, not only all that, but it was also the seat of government for a major world power. If the other castles were designed to impress and communicate wealth and power, this place was at a whole ‘nuther level. Everything about it was huge. It was a ten-minute walk from the front gate to the front door. And the back yard was a sprawling gardens with groves and paths, sculptures and fountains, a hedge maze, a zoo, and yes even a couple cafés. We spent the better part of the afternoon in the gardens, even solved the hedge maze. By then the weather was getting pretty hot, and remained so the rest of the trip.

The only thing I can compare it to is the Capital and the Mall in Washington, D.C. And now that I’ve seen the prototype, D.C. looks like a weird temple to the abstract concept of democracy, as opposed then some idiosyncratic persona of a particular ruler like in Vienna.

I should mention that the two most important rulers who lived there were the Empress Maria Theresa, back in the time of Mozart and the Holy Roman Empire, and Emperor Franz Joseph, who was also King of Hungary, who reigned from the mid-1800’s until near the end of World War I. Between the time of those two monarchs, a host of other nobles such as Marie Antoinette resided and ruled, with the Hapsburg at the center of an increasingly complicated and fragile web of alliances and powers struggles that extended through Europe and into Africa and the Americas. Napoleon came and went, Germany became a nation, and the industrial revolution happened, along with Adam Smith and Karl Marx. At the of Franz Josef’s day everything finally fell apart for the Austria-Hungarian Empire and all over Europe, and the last vestiges of the feudal systems that provided the world order for Christendom since the fall of the Roman Empire were finally swept away. Yay capitalism!

I must say it was interesting visiting the three cities in Austria in the order we did, because the stories told in the various museums and castles were all interconnected, and flowed into their final climax in Vienna.

For example Salzburg, which was a power center in an earlier time, suffered a major economic downturn in the 16th century because its gold mines we suddenly unprofitable after the bottom dropped out of the market due to the influx of looted gold from Mexico. Later on Franz Josef’s brother was Emperor od Mexico. Small world.

Also I should say Vienna is a much larger city than either Innsbruck of Salzburg, which are basically small towns of 100,000 or so. Vienna is close to two million. Also this was my first ever wholly urban vacation. On other trips I’ve visited say Albuquerque or San Francisco or Montreal, bit then also spent a few days skiing or hiking in the mountains or that kind of thing. This trip it was pretty much all cities. Nevertheless, we did a ton of walking. Most days we were over ten kilometers, and our highest day was eighteen.

I had tried to learn some German for the trip, and indeed heard people speaking it everywhere. The knowledge I had helped with reading signs and menus and that kind of thing. Listening in conversation was a bit harder cuz people speak fast, and speaking — well it was hard to string more than a few words together without taking time to think of the next word. My most commonly used word was “danke”. But it turns out everyone’s English is quite good, so it didn’t matter much.

That night we met up with my cousin Peter. Peter was born and raised in Ontario, Canada, and we were close when we were growing up, the closest of all my cousins. Even more itinerant than I was, Peter toured the States with his rock band in the days of his youth, lived in Florida for a decade or so, then Vancouver, and has been living in the EU for the last couple years. Like me, all of his grandparents were born in Hungary, which means he’s eligible for citizenship there. His girlfriend Kati is also Hungarian. She’s a friend of the family and stayed at my house for a few days when I lived in Brooklyn. Lizzy was a baby and Kati was a teenager on her first trip to Canada and the US, visiting New York City with my Uncle Ron, Peter’s Father. It was nice that she remembered me. And of course it was great to reconnect with Peter, we instantly picked up our rapport. It turns out Peter loves living in Europe, and Austria is much more chill than North America and work-life balance is much better. Even if you’re a kid with your first job at McDonald’s you get five weeks vacation.

We met in the old downtown, right in front of St. Stephen’s Cathedral. We has some time to kill before meeting up so we walked around the downtown and checked out a few of the big churches. St. Stephens was one, and it was gobsmackingly gorgeous outside and in. They must have been tuning the pipe organ because the whole time we were in there you could hear a single note being played for a minute or so, followed by another note a half-step up. There was another church around the corner, just as ornate if not quite as huge, and notable for a great big dome on top, complete with a little dome inside, with a painting of a dove representing the Holy Spirit at the very zenith.

So anyway, we met up with Peter and Kati and went out to dinner at a traditional Austrian restaurant, so more pancake soup and wienerschintzel. Yum yum. They also had a really good csirkepaprikás palacinta appetizer. When we were done with dinner it was raining out, so we went down the street to a nearby café and continued hanging out and talking. A little while later the rain ended and we went for a walk around the city. When he first moved to Austria Peter worked as a tour guide, so he was able to tell us alot about what we were seeing and is an engaging storyteller like his Dad. We ended up in a square in front of the city hall, where the Vienna Film Festival was going on with free outdoor screenings on a great big screen and a huge sound system and seating adjacent to an outdoor cafe. The movie was a performance of the Berlin Philharmonic doing what they do best: Beethoven, Mozart, Strauss, that whole bag. Very good music and alot of fun.

Next day we started at the Hofburg, which we’d passed thru the night before. This was the former winter royal palace complex in the city the current seat of the national government. Across the plaza, much like the Smithsonian in the U.S.A., is a pair of museums, right on the Ringstraße, one for art and the other for natural history, founded by Franz Josef in the 1800’s. We picked the Kunsthistorisches, and it was the best art museum yet, considered on of the best art museums in the world. It held paintings by Rapheal, Rembrandt, Dürer (finally), Brughel (most famously the Tower of Babel), Michelangelo, lots of Rubens, and tons of others, with a heavy concentration on the renaissance. The building itself was impressive, with a grand marble stairways and an octagonal dome.

After that we walked around the Volksgarten and down the Ringstraße. Jeannie wanted to see the Danube, but it turned out it’s no big deal, basically just a canal that cuts through the city, at least in the neighborhood where we were. There was a cute little fake beach bar there.

That evening we met up with Peter again and went out to Prater Park, an amusement park embedded in a larger park in the heart of the city. The part itself dates back to the 12th century and the classic rides in the amusement park are from the 1800’s — original steampunk and very well maintained. Of course like everything else in Europe there’s just layer on layer of newer and older stuff. We ended up in a Biergarten, enjoying dinner and the summer evening ambience and quite a few beers.

Next morning we were up bright and early for the final leg of the journey, to Budapest.

The Return of D&D

It’s getting late in the summer, which means soon the kids will be off to college. This year it’s not just Lizzy, but my two nieces Katie and Valerie. What this means for me is that we had to hurry up and finish our D&D campaign.

You’ll recall that last year while on on a cruise, I started a D&D campaign with Michelle and my four nieces and nephews to alleviate the boredom of days on end at sea trapped on a boat and inevitable insanity or worse that’s sure to follow. Well would you believe they all wanted to continue the campaign? And so it came to be, back by popular demand.

The module we played last summer was The Isle of Dread. This summer, in keeping with the theme of adapting 1980’s original AD&D to 5th edition rules, we played White Plume Mountain, in which the party explores a semi-dormant volcano seeking to recover stolen relics, and perhaps learn the whereabouts of the powerful and possibly undead wizard Kerpatis.

Some of the party kept their characters from the previous adventure and some developed new ones. In particular Katie is now playing a Dwarven Paladin, who is a good partner and foil for Carmine the Invincible, Lou’s straight-up Dwarven fighter. Meanwhile Michelle had a really interesting character in a cleric who worshiped Thor, with lots of thundering and hammering special powers, but she traded that in for a Halfling Rogue specializing in burglary in the classic Baggins mode. However Valerie was a new Cleric, and Abbie was an edgy Elfin Bard, chaotic neutral. Phillip kept on with his wizard, and leveled up enough to get spells like Fireball and Lightning Bolt, and so is coming into his own as a force to be reckoned with.

We did the first session back in July, combined with a barbecue. Then this last session was out on Long Island, and we had to get to the end by the end of the night, so it ended up being a pretty long night.

I moved the story along pretty fast; we jump cut straight from the seaside tavern where the party accepted the adventure straight to the smoldering foot of White Plume Mountain, hundreds of miles away. The dungeon is full of tricks and traps, lava and geysers, strange magic and unusual creatures, so there was much more than your typical hack’n’slash and the party needed to keep their wits. They rose to the occasion admirably and wreaked major havoc while keeping their hides alive. Michelle in particular figured out how to effectively burgle in the middle of combat and more than once the party escaped with the treasure and their lives rather than fight it out to the bitter end. Still the monsters were pretty tough and more than once a party member fell and required extreme instant healing. As a DM I must say there’s an inherent disadvantage when you’re the final boss such as a giant decapod (look it up) or vampire: even if you have alot of hit dice you only get a few attacks per round, while there’s six of them all trying to kill you at once.

The quest of this module was to recover three powerful magic weapons. The first one was a strangely cursed sword, which Abbie kept. The second and third were a mace and axe, great for a cleric and a dwarf respectively. There was also a fake ring of wishes, which piqued the party’s avarice. Richly and predictably, the party fell to arguing whether they should return said relics to the patrons who hired them on the quest, or keep them for themselves and return to the city by some circuitous route. Katie pointed out that she and Lou are lawful good, so there’s potentially a test of alignment in the offing. I have a few ideas as to what may happen next. Hopefully we’ll pick this up over Thanksgiving.