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Post 1693, Day 202 of 2016
- 2,028 days since I started this blog -
- 2,028 days since I started this blog -
Daily Comment
We used to call them jams. Musicians mixing it up with other musicians. There were blues jams, jazz jams, folk jams. That was my youth.
The idea of playing in them used to scare me. I was intimidated by other musicians who seemed to know the music (music) so much better than I did.
What changed things? The Blue Oyster Cult. Well, not actually. The proto-BOC.
When I was sevemteen, visiting my friend Billy in the still-under-construction campus at SUNY Stony Brook, I met and fell in love with a coed, and started making regular trips out from the City.
In short order, I fell in with a group of musicians jamming, Grateful Dead style, at parties on and off-campus. It became a regular thing, and, especially between semesters in the summer of '67, we got pretty tight.
When I got dumped by the woman, I stopped going out to Stony Brook, and the guys found another bass player. Then, they found another student who was writing articles for those early rock'n'roll magazines (Creem, I think) and was a closet song-writer. He wrote songs for them, became their manager. That group became the Storm Forest Band, then the Soft White Underbelly, and then Blue Oyster Cult.
The point was, I stopped being afraid of jamming with other musicians.
I didn't play in any other group for a few years after that - I just picked up with other musicians, ad hoc. It was easy to do in those hippy days - almost everyone was a musician, and there weren't that many bass players.
Over the ensuing forty-nine years, I've gotten pretty good at it. In fact, it is one of the most fun things I do, musically, and, really, where most of my musical growth has come from. I like the challenge of being asked to play something I haven't played before, or don't know, or in a new style, or just making improvising, creating arrangements on the fly. It focuses me like nothing else in my life.
Best of all, it totally represents human communication, human cooperation.
The idea of playing in them used to scare me. I was intimidated by other musicians who seemed to know the music (music) so much better than I did.
What changed things? The Blue Oyster Cult. Well, not actually. The proto-BOC.
When I was sevemteen, visiting my friend Billy in the still-under-construction campus at SUNY Stony Brook, I met and fell in love with a coed, and started making regular trips out from the City.
In short order, I fell in with a group of musicians jamming, Grateful Dead style, at parties on and off-campus. It became a regular thing, and, especially between semesters in the summer of '67, we got pretty tight.
When I got dumped by the woman, I stopped going out to Stony Brook, and the guys found another bass player. Then, they found another student who was writing articles for those early rock'n'roll magazines (Creem, I think) and was a closet song-writer. He wrote songs for them, became their manager. That group became the Storm Forest Band, then the Soft White Underbelly, and then Blue Oyster Cult.
The point was, I stopped being afraid of jamming with other musicians.
I didn't play in any other group for a few years after that - I just picked up with other musicians, ad hoc. It was easy to do in those hippy days - almost everyone was a musician, and there weren't that many bass players.
Over the ensuing forty-nine years, I've gotten pretty good at it. In fact, it is one of the most fun things I do, musically, and, really, where most of my musical growth has come from. I like the challenge of being asked to play something I haven't played before, or don't know, or in a new style, or just making improvising, creating arrangements on the fly. It focuses me like nothing else in my life.
Best of all, it totally represents human communication, human cooperation.
Food and Diet
Today's Weight: 201.0 lbs.
Previous Weight (7/19): 201.0 lbs.
Net Loss/Gain: + 0.0 lbs.
Diet Comment
Diet Comment
Nothing to show for yesterday's eating. Perfect. I thought the low activity/low hydration might add a little.
Food Log
Breakfast
11:50am, at CoreLife:
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| Chicken Cobb salad (shredded kale and spinach, grilled chicken, avocado, bacon, hard-cooked egg and blue cheese dressing with a little sriracha). Not shown: a cup of chocolate-vanilla twist soft-serve ice cream. |
Lunch
6:15pm: Cottage cheese and a Quest bar.
Dinner
11:45pm: Pepperoni and kimchee and a very large portion of almonds.
Liquid Intake
Espressos: 2; Coffee: 0 oz.; Water: 68+ oz. and a shot of Jameson's
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