Wednesday, November 19, 2003

I almost got a little weepy this morning, in the part, walking the dogs, out of a sense of relief, elation, gratitude, coupled with what can only be described as a little post-partum depression, existential angst at how this life of delayed gratification for the last few years, even several years, is unfolding unto itself - maybe unveiling is a better term. On the most basic level, while this is de rigeur for most, I have no bills due right now, money in the bank, with more money forthcoming from a venture Jans and I have built ourselves. I was telling someone last night that while the temptation exists to just kick back for a few months once the Zoo site is complete, this is the time to push harder, take a few long strides after cresting the hill, to take us to an even more consistent work flow. Not necessarily bigger - better, and just the right size to remove barriers for people hiring us. 9:44:02 AM

Now that I've sat down a couple times and played with Jon, and talked to Jay extensively about world music, I'm starting to hear jazz in a new way, measures as canvas, weather they be short tableaus, like western music, or seemingly random streaming tableaus as in Indian structures. I know there are ways of integrating different forms, making them match on some downbeat, and I know there are many many roads to travel still in music. Jay, the receptionist at The Healing Center, said something I've been pondering the past few days - that while math and music are similar, he is convinced that if Einstein, for example, had not developed the general theory of relativity, conditions existed, previous knowledge existed, that would have led to the discovery by someone else. He is not convinced that anyone else would have been a J.S. Bach. 1:56:15 AM