while i was revising my literal friday night into saturday, followed by so vitriolic poetry too passionate to become concrete..... i decided to listen to music. why does pulling the wrong rabbit out of the hat come up? I listened to the following
buddy rich memorial concert / neil peart
buddy rich vs neil peart (do not try to tell me buddy sucks...damn he's fun to listen to....neil is a rock god...he is but rich is a drum god.)
buddy rich west side story
pat metheny solo?
recently, i looked up to see if ever there was a public response to mr metheny's criticism of a mr g about necromancing on the past master's hits... there really isn't one. style of a sort really to not respond needlessly. then I find a guitar solo by mr metheny that is pure jazz... it's so jazz i don't get it. please insert your jazz critics below
and as i'm listening to this electrified guitar solo - please note in complete unfairness how i selected this piece over pat playing on Joni Mitchell... and because i'm not a jazz-a-holic , I'm going to say i do not like it...and then keep talking.
I listen to this guitar that sounds like a synthesized badly horn and think of mr G.... you know smooth jazz death? oh no it's worse than that... it's pat metheny playing mock saxephone on an electric guitar...with technical wizzardry and artistic brilliance that sounds like a fifth grader noodling his sax solo could make the guitar master forever give up hope mimicking a horn on a guitar.
please understand jazz like any music has a world of it's own and standards too. smooth jazz is not jazz but smooth jazz... or jazz-y obviously Jazzy sells and Jazz folks get their corner to rhapsodize about technical brilliance and sip better adult beverages than everyone else. thus for me to say I dislike something jazzy is only an opinion. opinions are like insert the "A-bomb" everyone has one and they all stink....but some sell better than others...now insert your version of porn music...which is? jazzy and funky.
Now, please note the intensity and technical precision by what is played... you've no hope in hell of saying pat metheny is not a far better as a musician with his instrument than kenny g is with his... I picked and unfair comparison in live off time G to metheny....but personally i'd rather listen to g and ignore metheny exists. it's just opinion and or preference or a tragic proof i have whack tastes in music.
Better-than-average, or BTA, is a dangerous acronym when applied to food/consumables. BTA is close to two preservatives, BHA and BHT, for a start, and I just told you they were preservatives, therefore I almost need say no more as I didn't say salt, so I said "poison." Another reason is slightly more complicated so I'll quote
"...If you want to be great, Pretty good is, in fact, pretty bad."
There is a graduation-type 'dripper' of a poem where good enough is neither but I can't find it. Thus what follows is said baldly without any allusions to greatness...which is dangerous...because better than average says nothing of greatness... but sometimes it is all the greatness there is and thus one can be content - to suck a little less than another.
Jose plus Grand Mariner in
starts blue; ends up green.
sparks fly, but not commitment
a taste, but no glass
t'was tiger-y sauce
chicken painted so saucy
close means left-overs.
As Carly Simon sung about repetitions in life, it shouldn't surprise anyone who has read me that yesterday got slept a lot of it through because someone can not have blue became green margaritas as they hit me like bricks and I slept the ONE off for an 18 hour nap. I learned this in 2010 after getting a better kit up of mr and mrs t's green m. mix, jose black, gran gala...and 12 hours later a reminder i process but not so fast - here you go MOM *what mom doesn't enjoy a disgustingly GREAT (if boozy brown....golden...) margarita, if she still wants one now and again? the only thing i can say in my defense was i didn't buy but half as much and shared...albeit not enough.
I can't say it was a wasted evening even if it was a short one for me, i can't say I wasn't thrilled i came up with a sauced chicken wing to do...which is a fine party food. I can say though that better than average is dangerous in that if it ain't great ...and no sign of success past nibbles... polite nibbles... or polite failure says it was great..it can easily just be way to go said with some reason for derision.
not my margarita but note it looks like a sno-cone rip off of a drink rather than a drink
again not MY chicken wing but a representation of how it might thrill you less somehow than full delight.
and what I probably should have wasted my time doing...reading a romance novel instead of throwing a party that was better than average sure which meant it can have been great but i've a sneaking suspicion it was just another day.
this morning has me after the disposal of the stuff that didn't make it this week...as in it did too well but only in the fridge :D :P so out it goes in favor of the mmmm
folgiers happens so does dog poop on the shoes. but it isn't so bad
imagin mocha swirl normal people strong with frothy chocolate milk. all the dishes done and a gallon of iced tea i made that black with jasmine tea. it turned out to be green afterall or oolong but not black... so in with a splash of the orange extract brown sugar black tea and a lotta shaking of the fee brothers cocktail bitters ... here you go... a spiced iced.
aha! i walked by the television for the week later ollllld news that thirstey alley was displeased ...cuss cuss... that abercrombie and fitch, a fashion retailer... England but i'm not sure... is against carrying plus sized ladies clothes. while some purchase upon the new argument that we all have merit regardless of our weight may be shown to be true... I'm curious and thus answer me this, doesn't this amount to strengthening the divide between what fashion ultimately is...elitist - I'm different, thus fashionable?
we seem to live in a time where the situation isn't a choice but a fight for who has the moral highground thus choose this way or that but i'm right...and thus have stolen any meaning from the situation. we also live in a time were only this or that one is allowed an oppinion and thus all opinions have the right amount of weight. this really seems amusing because we don't want our chocies invalidated and thus our voice silenced and we all seem to swiftly damn preachers for preaching to us our new oppinion no thank you church who advances not my politics! yet here we are to shun abercrombie and fitch for saying fat women aren't in the fashion club. abercrombie and fitch didn't invent fashion but it would seem it adheres to the mantra they target their consumer model and pursue it. funny that's the business side of fashion to choose their market directions... sour grapes on fat ass kirsty ally for what? getting your clothesline turned down now trying to make a company look bad for being not anti fat person but anti kirsti alli.. ..lord go ahead heap the old fashions on a pyre and wait 3 years for fashions to...what become rare and more desired. why do i get the feeling this is an abercrombie and fitch sneaky marketing ploy???