{ ‘Stop!—In the Naaame of Looove…! (Think it oh-whoa-ver!)’ }
Pierre-Auguste Renoir, The Piano Lesson (c. 1889)
For your consideration—I present myself, such as I am, as a touring flute/saxophone/clarinet player. Having studied music performance and history at the University of NH and Berklee College of Music, it has been my life’s mission to discover that rarest and sweetest of moments: the psychic link afforded between players and listeners of live music in realtime. As such, wherever I go, I’ve made it my habit to sit in and explore this special musical rapport with players of all colors and creeds…from the East to West coasts, to the Caribbean, to Europe, I estimate that in the last two decades I’ve sat in with or otherwise joined countless hundreds, if not thousands, of my fellow artists in that ancient ritual of noise-making.
‘Welcome back my friends, to the show that never ends; we're so glad you could attend!—come inside, come inside…’ and check this out. Here’s a place where the soul of groove roots itself into the soil of your richly-potted subconscious, my dear listeners. So dig: here’s a special kind of freakshow, all our own. No telling what’s bound to take place in this wild little corner…just remember—relax (don’t do it!), panic thyself not, and play on, peeples.
Why not start with one of my favorite impromptu jams in recent memory? (Check out the Facebook page!)
The Groovitarian Compendium of Vibes, 33rd Edition (Ministry of Soul)
“There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey;
To help the helpless and the refugee—
To protect what’s left of humanity.
Can’t you see, can’t you see,
Can’t you see!
I’ll be there,
I’ll be there,
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow;
To beg and borrow;
Fight tomorrow.”