Monday, February 20, 2012

"I'm strong to the finich, 'cause I eats me spinach!"

I started at a new gym this last Saturday. Worked out with a new trainer, got some new ideas and goals. Went in again today and worked out for 30 minutes, did cardio for 15. It's a start, I've been away from exercise and running for about 14 months due to an old neck injury of unknown origin that was causing pain in my back, neck and arm. But my chiropractor and message therapist are keeping me in good shape now, so it's back to work. Back to getting my 51 year old bod back where it should be - weight and build, inside and out.

So I'm pounding away on the eliptical this morning, trying to read the subtitles of the Sherlock Holmes movie playing in front of me, and I began to wonder about all this health stuff. Eating at restaurants, which is one of my wife's and my favorite things to do together, has been seriously curtailed - nay, cut off (at least for now). It's bad for you. Desserts, wine, cocktails, red meat, buttery sauces, chips, snacks, eating after 10pm - all wonderful. But only for your tastebuds. The rest of your body will go to hades in a handbag if this is normal intake. Bad stuff, don't do it. So we spend the money we were spending on all of the above on a gym and a trainer and an iPod. And we work to get in shape. And then we get in better shape, lose pounds, feel better. Our doctor and spouse are proud of us for taking care of ourselves. We have more energy, look better, and get more done. And that is all really good stuff, right? Well, of course it is. But then your other side says, "Hey, you're in good shape now, you deserve to have the extra large enchilada plate with extra molé sauce and a margarita at 8:30pm. And churros, please." So the dilemma is, do you just drop all that good stuff cold turkey and live a clean lifestyle with your protein powder and your chia supplement and your swiss chard? Or do you take the occasional stroll down Cholesterol Avenue and indulge every once in a while? My trainer says one day a week I can eat and drink whatever I want. But the other six, no dice bootsy. So now I'm wondering if that one day is just going to make the other six really sad. Or, if it's going to be a really nice thing to look forward to. A reward for a hard week's work, if you will. We'll see.

I understand it takes three weeks to establish a habit. I am working very hard to stick to my workout regimen and new diet, and I will get back to you here in three weeks to let you know how it is all working out. But come Friday, look out tasty and unhealthy food world, because my fork and knife are coming at ya' with a vengeance!

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Whitney & Amy

Two incredible voices, two very different styles. Whitney Houston has been singing pop and gospel tinged R&B since the early '80s, Amy Winehouse came on the scene just a few short years ago. Both women had undeniably enormous talents, and both ladies died because of their inability to live a life without delving into harmful and addictive substances. Both losses are huge to music, and it continues to fascinate me how these two beautiful, talented women with so much to live for could allow themselves to sink to those depths.

Whitney's voice was such that all you needed to hear was a few notes of it, and you knew it was her. Her string of huge pop radio hits in the '80s were not necessarily great songs. Actually, songs such as "Saving All My Love" and "I Wanna Dance with Somebody", and even the much touted "I Will Always Love You" were not of themselves great songs necessarily. And while the productions were excellent, nothing ground breaking. But that just is another testimony to what a huge gift she had. These songs were transformed into classics, I believe, singlehandedly by her monumental voice. And of course, you only need to listen again to her "Star Spangled Banner" on YouTube too remember what a phenom she really was.

Amy, in some ways, was the antithesis to Whitney. Ms. Houston's MO was to play the pure-as-the-driven-snow for most of her career, while hiding the partying side for as long as she could. (The Bobby Brown reality show probably didn't help her cause.) Amy on the other hand was drunk on stage most of the time, and did not try to present any type of squeeky clean image. (Check out her Rehab video - definitely not the gal you'd race to bring home to mom & pop.) But what was so incredible about Amy was the way she sang pop music. She sung Rehab with an amazingly strong jazz sensibility and a grasp of phrasing and timing that would be the envy of jazz singers twice her age. I still remember the first time I heard Rehab. It was on my car radio, and I nearly pulled over as I was staggered by how far she was singing that classic "No, no, no!" line behind the beat. "She is a jazz singer," I said to my wife, "no doubt!" Of course, Tony Bennett secured her place in history as just that by extolling the virtues of her jazz chops on the 2011 VMA's shortly after her death. Mr. Bennett's quote: "She was a true jazz artist in the tradition of Ella Fitzgerald and Billie Holiday. She had the gift." THE GIFT! That, my friends, is a pedigree worth 3 Berklee doctorates. And then some.

I loved the voices these two incredibly lovely ladies brought to Planet Earth. I will listen to them for the rest of my life, and will probably shed an occasional tear when I do so. Many years ago, Woody Allen's manager Jack Rollins made this comment upon hearing of legendary comedian Lenny Bruce's death from abusing drugs: "He sinned against his talent". And for Whitney and Amy, ain't that the truth.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Too Hot To Trot

Hey there, greetings from Jakarta! At least, that's how it feels here today. Living in the Pacific NW usually guarantees a pretty moderate climate. But last winter we had snow, ice and record low temps. Now we're getting the opposite for summer. It's getting close to 100 this week, and we Seattlites are ill prepared to meet that challenge. Air conditioning in homes is rare here, we usually just don't need it (just like snow plows!). Home swimming pools are also not the norm. Heck, it's cold and rainy here, right? Well, this week we're way up in the 90's, and it is quite a challenge. Makes me realize that I just would never really want to make my home at a latitude of anywhere below 35 degrees or so. Heat is problematic, because it's tough to escape it, without going deeply into debt. Cold, on the other hand, is much easier to beat. A big warm coat and sweater, a hot toddy, someone to cuddle with, and you're pretty much good to go. If you're outside, build a fire! Simplistic thinking, I know, but when was the last time a cold night made you just want to melt into a puddle? Cold is invigorating, heat is dilapidating. That's my final word on it. (BTW, I'm half Norwegian - that will explain this particular rant.)

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Toto too?

Toto. Do you remember "Hold The Line"? Dumb lyric, but great music. Have you listened to them since "Africa" or "Rosanna"? If not, shame on you! This is the greatest single group of musicians playing pop/rock music ever. (Unless you want to throw the Funk Brothers into the mix, the guys who played on all the classic Motown tunes of the '60's and early '70's.) But I'm talking about pop/rock, not R&B/Soul. The musicality of these guys is rivaled by no other band. They were able to write songs that made it onto mainstream radio, while playing parts and solos that most musicians only dream of coming up with. Listen to "Pamela", "Stop Loving You", or "King Of The World". There is a level of commitment to what these guys played and sang that is unequaled by another band. Unless you include Steely Dan, and they weren't (aren't) really an actual band. And now Toto does not exist. Why? Because the pinhead ticket buyers in these United States of America would rather shell out hard earned cash to see no-talent folks like Taylor Swift and the Jonas Bros. Toto cannot sell enough tickets to make touring feasible, except in Europe and Southeast Asia. So one of the best groups of musicians to record and play music is now a memory. Buy a couple DVD's and see what you missed. Flawless playing, incredible writing, beautiful music my friends. Is this starting to sound like a tirade? I'm sorry, it is! I am just sick of seeing the music industry swirl down the toilet bowl. The best music and musicians ignored for whatever/whoever the record companies are choosing to ram down our collective throats this month. Great music not listened too, while Pro Tooled blasphemies flood the airwaves. Where are the great new bands? Musicians? Songs? Where is pop music going - to the grave? That's what it feels like. I'm sad. And I'm pissed.

Friday, November 28, 2008

As you can tell, I am not a habitual blogger. Hence my long absences from this page. But judging by the not-so-vast readership, I'm thinking this is not too big of a deal. So I will just write a short note on this post-Thanksgiving day morning. It is 11:19 a.m. on Black Friday. Which means there are some retail business employees that have now been standing on their feet at work for the last 7+ hours. And, there are shoppers who have been doing the same. I, on the other hand, got up just over 1 hour ago after having a lovely Thanksgiving Day with my family. Hot coffee and a bit of leftover corn bread w/ Marionberry jam and Marscapone cheese is the only thing on my plate (literally and figuratively) this morning. Since it is cold and rainy outside, I'm thinking I got the better end of the bargain. Maybe I didn't save up to 50% off of all the stuff I will buy in the next four weeks. Maybe I won't get to sit around and gloat for the next month saying, "Oh, I finished my shopping a long time ago." But really, I couldn't care less. If the holiday season can't be enjoyed throughout the next four weeks by doing a bit of shopping here and there, fighting a couple healthy mall crowds, and enjoying a quick coffee in a crowded Starbucks with 2 dozen other "late" Christmas shoppers, then what fun do we get? If it's just a race to see who can get done first, then let's do this. Thursday - Thanksgiving. Friday, Black Friday - everyone finishes there shopping. Saturday, Christmas Day. It's so easy! We'll just get it all over with right away. No more bothering with decorating trees, listening to Xmas music, getting together with friends and family. In fact, why even bother celebrating the birth of Christ? It didn't even happen in December! We'll just plow through it and move on. Yep, sounds like a fiscally responsible and time sensitive way to enjoy the holiday. Sorry, I have to say to all you 4 am Black Friday bargain hunters, enjoy your accomplishment of being 'done'. Instead, I will simply enjoy the whole Christmas season.

Monday, June 9, 2008

I'm Leaving On A Jet Plane...

I am currently sitting in seat 26D, on the aisle of a 727 bound for Houston. I have had about 20 butts in my face since we left, not to mention armpits, giant stomachs, and other things I’d rather not discuss. I’m convinced that everyone on this flight has been drinking coffee non-stop since we left Seattle 3.5 hours ago. I’ve had people squeezing by me this entire flight, and I feel moved to write a bit about coach class etiquette. These are little mini-lessons that may seem like common sense to many of you, but apparently escapes the grasp of the masses.

  1. For starters, when you are standing in line for the bathroom in the aisle, stand between two seat backs, not right next to the passengers sitting down. If you have to stand next a passenger, remain facing forward. This way you will eliminate sticking your butt or other body parts directly into the face the seated and helpless passenger. Finally, if you HAVE to stand sideways, DO NOT BEND OVER. Especially if you’ve been hitting McDonald’s pretty regularly this year.
  2. On a related matter, if you are heading back to your seat and have to pass by a line of anxious passengers waiting to relieve themselves, use common words of courtesy like “Excuse me”, “Pardon Me”, “Sorry”, “Mind if I get by?”. Silently trying to squirm your way back up the aisle like a salmon heading for spawing grounds is just plain rude. Everyone knows it’s uncomfortably close, so you might as well make light of it and try to get everyone’s mind off of the butts stuck in their faces. (Remember to face forward!)
  3. If people are sleeping in the seats you are standing next to, here’s a novel idea - how about keeping your big yapper shut and not going on and on about your cat’s furr ball medicine or the guy at your workplace who keeps staring at you. Here’s the key words for the day - NO ONE CARES! You’re disturbing people, and you’re making information public that is just adding to the general irritation of sitting in coach.
  4. Seatbacks - pick a position, and hang with it. Constantly going back and forth is probably really pissing off the person behind you with a laptop or hot cup of coffee. Bouncing back and forth is a no-no too, for the same reasons.
  5. Coughing/Sneezing/Bodily Functions - Do I really need to say this? COVER YOUR MOUTH WITH YOUR ARM! Germs are everywhere anyway, please don’t make matters worse by coughing or sneezing all around. And for heaven’s sake, as for passing gas... HOLD IT UNTIL YOU GET TO THE BATHROOM! Silent but deadly does nothing but make everyone more irritated, and you’re probably going to get blamed anyway, cheesemeister.

Just a little common sense, a dash of courtesy, and a few moments of projecting beyond your own precious needs in life will make each flight you are on just a wee bit more pleasant. Wouldn’t that be a nice thing, since we all spent hundreds of dollars to pee in a closet?

Friday, October 19, 2007

The Rhythm Is Gonna Get You

This is an article that I recently wrote for a worship music conference magazine. It makes some good points, if you're a musician. If you're not, sorry. ~Dg

Gloria Estefan once sang “the rhythm is gonna get you”. And if you aren’t prepared, that’s exactly what it will do! I’m talking about musical time: rhythm and tempos. In music, I believe it is paramount. You can have amazing vocal or instrumental technique. You can have chops from here to Kansas, and be able to sing or play hundreds of fast scales, licks and patterns. You can even have great tone and a keen understanding of melodic and harmonic structure. But if you are playing out of time, none of that will matter.

When I began playing sessions in my 20’s with really good studio drummers, I began to realize that although I had good technique from classical and jazz studies (as well as thousands of hours logged in club bands), my timing was not yet very well developed. One pivotal moment came at a session when the drummer pointed out in front of everyone that I was the reason why the track sounded off. I was angry, but I quickly realized he was right. I could have either been a whiner and gained nothing, or swallowed my pride and started working on it. From that point on (thankfully, I wasn’t fired from that session!), I only wanted this drummers’ kick, snare and hi hat (along with my piano and the click track) in my mix. I became so intimately acquainted with his impeccable time that over eight years of playing with him, we would unknowingly play a lot of the same rhythmic patterns together, which made for some cool moments. I am forever grateful for the time I worked with him, and today he is among my best friends!

I heard a story once of a young aspiring guitar player who attended a Pat Metheny (famous jazz guitarist) clinic at Berklee School of Music in Boston. He was anxious to learn all kinds of amazing new chords and solo ideas up close from a master. To this person’s disappointment, Pat talked almost exclusively for over an hour about how important developing good time is in music, and that without it, anything you can play (or sing) is meaningless.

I have to agree 110%. We’ve all heard the players who sit down at a rehearsal and start blowing all their favorite fast licks to let everyone know how good they are. Then once a real tune is counted off, they are making mistakes - dragging, rushing, and generally messing up the whole thing. Or the drummer who continually starts dragging the tempo when going to the ride cymbal, or rushing through a tom fill. Of course, most keyboard players (my main instrument) are notorious for learning to play their instrument in a vacuum, creating their own unique sense of timing. This happens so often because the piano is the most self contained instrument for playing the rhythm, bass, and harmonic roles simultaneously. Pianists often play so much that it leaves little room for anyone else to fit in, and if it’s out of time (which it so often is), the song is soon lying in ruins.

In my 30’s, I was the keyboard player in Ricky Skaggs band for about a year. One of the best things I remember about playing in the band was what awesome time the drummer and bass player had. Many of the country rhythms we played were downright simple on the surface, but that is exactly what made them so difficult to play correctly. Every note, every chord, every detail had to have a purpose and be played with impeccable time. At the shows, I sat next to the bass player and drummer, and each night the three of us would lock in as tightly as possible, wordlessly challenging each other to dig in and play tighter and cleaner than the night before.



Everything you play, on whatever instrument it is, must have a purpose, and it must be played in correct time. Of course, playing different musical styles require learning unique “feels” (timing nuances). And sometimes you may even play something more rubato (without a steady beat). But the quickest way I know to make a group of good individual musicians sound like a mediocre band is to hear one of the members play with poor time. Yes, in the world of contemporary worship music (the most popular of which draws its musical influences primarily from the worlds of rock, pop and folk music), the rhythm will get you if you don’t get it first. Before you spend another dime on strings, sticks or samples, acquire a good quality metronome device that does subdivisions. Roland and Tama both make products that work beautifully. Then, don’t practice again without it. When learning a new song, get the tempo from the recording (a unit with a tap tempo feature is very helpful for this) and practice songs with the correct tempos. If you’re running scales or patterns, playing songs, whatever, keep it going as much as possible. Try slowing down a faster song first if it is difficult, and then slowly build up speed, but the key is to keep the tempo consistent. You will then begin to develop your “internal clock”. In other words, your sense of time will develop internally, and you’ll rely less and less on a metronome. Your team/band will sound better, and your music will communicate to others much more effectively.

I Chronicles 25 tells us all about David’s musicians in his army. In verse 7 we are told, “Along with their relatives—all of them trained and skilled in music for the Lord - they numbered 288.” I guarantee you that if 288 musicians were not trained and skilled in keeping good time, the cacophony would have been excruciating! It would be good for us all to keep that in mind when we are playing music with a group of maybe 4 or 5 at a time.