cry me a river

as played by ken peplowski on 'grenadilla'--- now that's living. the free-fall, the spaces, the absolute lung of his understanding in every note. fine. you can hear it here:

http://www.emusic.com/album/Grenadilla-Ken-Peplowski-MP3-Download/10587943.html?fref=150051

i thought of a soundstage i was standing on about two and a half years ago in los angeles, somewhere like figueroa all the way down at slauson or something, that awful warehouse-studded part of the city you would think so ugly no one would be composing all the media to conduct a world from, but yes. it's there, the conductor's pulpit of hollywood-wizard-of-oz here's how you do it industry. it was the day i decided to leave and not participate anymore. no particular thing about the day, just a hottish, blue sky LA morning too early for anything but the film world.

jazz is skydiving. its sex and skydiving, at the same time. if it's done right.

there's a song by the oscar peterson trio too, on the human stain soundtrack. it's more jolly than the ken piece, but still- all the oppression, and the fear, and the transcendence is in there if you close your eyes. i definitely got it bad and that--




'xactly.