Just read an article about a plane making an emergency landing because I woman wouldn’t stop singing Whitney Houston’s, “I will always love you,” at the top of her lungs. I’m taking a 16+ hour flight to Sydney at 4:50pm today. I’ll bring ear plugs just in case.
little gifts of loneliness: now winging selves sing sweetly ➙
now winging selves sing sweetly
e. e. cummings
now winging selves sing sweetly,while ghosts(there
and here)of snow cringe;dazed an earth shakes sleep
out of her brightening mind:now everywhere
space tastes of the amazement which is hope
gone are those hugest hours of dark and cold
This is a track that I recorded with my friends Todd Martino and Mark Gardner at the Blue Door Studios of Noah Guttell. Todd is on organ and Mark, piano. We improvised this song during a session in a practice room in the Jazz Studies hallway at Arizona State University.
Todd, Mark and I met as undergraduates studying music, electrical engineering and biohazard informatics at Arizona State University. Inspired by the common musical reasoning that emerged nearly instantaneously upon beginning to play with one another, we collected hours of live improvisations over a period of three weeks and distilled them into our self-titled album “haploid 23”: www.cdbaby.com/cd/haploid23
This is a track that I recorded with my friend Todd Martino at the Blue Door Studios of Noah Guttell.
During a break in the recording of the album we were working on, Todd and I recorded this in one brief inspired take with no prior arrangement or planning.
Todd and I met as undergraduates studying music and electrical engineering, respectively at Arizona State University. Inspired by the common musical reasoning that emerged nearly instantaneously upon beginning to play with one another, we collected hours of live improvisations over a period of three weeks and distilled them into our self-titled album “haploid 23”: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/haploid23
A live performance of Clostridium can be found here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0O_nJpFIdDM&feature=share&list=UUJKtsfMQdtQmUUIrYBUkwGg
On my way to Sydney to begin graduate work at the University of New South Wales as a Fulbright Climate Change and Clean Energy Scholar, I stopped in Honolulu, Hawaii to visit my friend Clay Ozaki-Train.
The morning after my arrival, Clay and I sat in his living room listening to the birds chirping outside and looking out over Maunalani Heights down towards Diamond Head. Clay began playing his guitar. I joined him on my trumpet and we recorded this peaceful improvisation on my iPad.
Here’s the view that we enjoyed: http://imgur.com/KEdEU
Dinle ve oku da ilham al, herifin oğlu nasıl yaşıyor aaah ahhh! Bugün de masa başında geçti anam babam…
My boyfriend has invaded my tumblr with his music.
nice hat, but the derby isn’t for a couple more months.
These men are window washers at a children’s hospital in Pittsburg. Some might think the job is menial, but to the kids who are horribly ill, looking out their window seeing their favorite superhero at their window makes all the pain go away for a bit. And that would make the job worthwhile.
it’s things like this that give me high expectations for my working life