Friday, August 29, 2008


Happy Birthday, Bird

I know this isn't the first year I have mentioned this...
But, I must.
As the years continue to go by, they only re-affirm what a brilliant, singular, important cat Charlie Parker was.
88 years ago now it was - 1920 he was born in Kansas City.

(This is a great day to tune in to WKCR. 24 hours of Charlie Parker radio.)

This past year I have visited his grave sight, been thru the former Camarillo state psych ward in Cali where he was sequestered for 6 months in 1946, and tried to make more sense of why his playing has the effect on me that it does.

I have also tried to put his life in more of a historical context.

It is a strange co-incidence that he is buried just minutes down Truman Road from - yes, Harry Truman, in Independence, MO.

I visited the Truman Presidential Library in May, right after having been to Bird's final resting place.

It was deep.

These two men were from the same town (essentially), and were operating at their height at the same time. In two totally different worlds.

Life altering business they were both in...

More on this later.

Sunday, August 17, 2008



Oh Yeah

We've had some great August weather and I had an incredible ride down to work last night.

A big, dark, ominous looking cloud system was to the north, a bright beautiful sun to the south. I outran it.

More pics I hope to get up.

Heading out to the Yankees/Royals game at the old stadium - only a few more games left there.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Yee-Haw!




Got this sweet little Jamis on Tuesday.

Yesterday, outfitted it with lighting/computer and rode her down to the gig on the Bateaux at Chelsea Piers - 10 pure miles straight down the West Side Greenway (paralleling the West Side Highway) from Dyckman St.

It was completely kick-ass. Very exhilarating and entertaining.

Manhattan is endlessly fascinating and inspiring. And will usually surprise you at least once every day.

Saw some things I had never seen before -

Riding underneath the incredible George Washington Bridge is a study in surrealism. It almost seems impossible that it spans the mighty Hudson River in a single span.



And coming home -