Gadget Repair

Departure is delayed until I repair my music console. In an effort to minimize the amount of copper and lithium that is released into the atmosphere I'm repairing a broken battery by soldering the ground wire back onto the battery control board. Cheap replacement batteries from China cause me more problems than they are worth and further the insane advance to doomsday. Eventually, this ipod will be hard wired into my van's 12v system. It will run off of energy created when I use my feet as brakes. The heat will be transferred to the power grid and excess will be sold to the coal company.

Leaving

Fragments of batik fabric sewn by Chinese factory workers.
Threads of childhood extend into the present despite efforts to sever all connection
The dreams arrive in the broken slumber calling lovers to the bedside
The bearded prophet's shiny beard deflects the sun's rays.
Humanity is a mob mentality that pushes forward against all advice.
Wear your best vest for the tragic funeral. Bury the dead with leaves from a pile of Autumn
the pale make room for the tan.
The van rocks down the highway.

Tennis Serves From Man with Iron Spine

It's not my fault a teenage girl is on the next court playing tennis. That was a coincidence so don't get any ideas. This was about recording and studying my service game to improve my tennis play.
What I learned is that my spine looks as bad as it feels. I get up every morning and put a stick in my mouth to tolerate the pain of movement. By noon I can move and by 4pm I am crippled again. Only heavy doses of Pink Floyd keep me alive and only teenage girls with excellent two handed backhands keep me returning to the tennis court.

Lightning Flash

Nothing special except I was only out there for ten seconds and the lightning toasted my bread. If I had been hit this video would've been much better. I wouldn't make a good combat photographer. Watching this again I see the lightning and thunder are on top of each other. that bolt was the closest of the whole storm and it happened in that one second I was peeking around the roof. Like I timed it.

Ray Bryant RIP

I thought Oscar Peterson was the pinnacle of soulful piano improv and then I was stuck in traffic in Boston listening to a concert by Ray Bryant and everyone was honking at me because I was sitting there with my mouth catching flies as this roar of blue notes was coming at me uncontrollably and attacking my brain leaving me worn by the heartache of the ages. Oh, Time, you Thief of Lives, you rob the old to give to the young!

Ray Bryant playing a grand piano with conviction. He was a musical internet before computers, literally growing up with 5o years of music, spreading the music, composing music, a repository of musical traditions and we are losing that because people don't need to learn anything since the internet remembers it for them. There was a time when the chords to Ain't Misbehaving were known only to a select group of holy musicians. They had a big responsibility that Steve Jobs has made redundant.

His catalog is gigantic so get busy listening to his music. He played "Georgia On My Mind" and it was like I'd never heard it before.

There is advertising before the video because someone disrespects Ray Bryant's talent and wants to make 5 cents off his stride piano runs. I profit only in proximity to this master. Ain't it true that everyone gets rich off the black man's heart body and soul except the black man? I'm still grateful for the chance to see him play here and the driven repeated notes at :27 almost made me drive off of Storrow Drive into the Charles River. He should've had a personal videographer follow him around everywhere. His music should be played in tents to heal the sick. Listen! This music isn't redundant.


Ray Bryant - Blues No. 6 by Delta_Mike