Hello Friends, Compatriots, Foreign Adversaries, etc.
Sheer, unadulterated boredom prompted this post...I reluctantly admit that I have no white hot bolts of truth, searing themselves into your collective consciousness, to offer you today.
Hmm, again I wonder where I am going musically. Some days the thought of grabbing my bass (or guitar) and reentering the heady, high voltage arena of rock and roll sounds promising and worthwhile. Some days, I think that perhaps the best place for my music is reflecting off the walls of my living room as I sit on the couch. Ehh, we'll see...I don't even have any offers or opportunities right now, so its a moot point.
I'm getting old...really old. Not physically, but more of a mindset. I've got the technical skill, dexterity, and musicality to do quite well on the local rock scene (not much arrogance there contrary to its first impression...with today's music styles and Kansas City's local scene, it just doesn't take much!), but doing that, even with a successful and popular local group, just doesn't offer the excitement that it once may have. To be honest, I'd rather sit at the baby grand in my living room (no, its not there yet, give me a few years or a few thousand bucks) sipping a glass of Hine cognac and playing some classic jazz standards...Georgia On My Mind, Misty, It Never Entered My Mind...
Grand pianos are vastly superior to upright pianos. I mean, grand pianos say, jazz...nightclub...Ellington...etc. Upright pianos conjure up images of Aunt Bee calling everyone around the piano after dinner to sing from the hymnal. [Sideshow Bob-esque shudder] I remember a particular Steinway at UMKC...it was one of those pianos on which you could do no wrong. You could play the strangest chords, 11ths, inversions, weird chords of all varieties...and it would sound glorious no matter how complex the chord was. My old upright at home...as nice as it was (quite a resonant tone), it would just sound "off" with those funky chords. Somebody needs to give me $50K to buy that piano!