Tuesday, November 06, 2007

The Time Machine

A friend's regrets thread on a bassist web board prompted me to think of something that has been in and out of my head over the last several years as my oldest son has been playing in my band.

You younger players SHOULD listen to this and absorb it, but I know you won't. That's OK because I know exactly why that is. I was there once myself.

Several other "older" musicians as well as the teachers at your schools, uncles, guys at work and others have been trying to give you something. You roll your eyes and smile and act like you're listening for a little bit and say "thanks man, but it's not like when you were young" and then you go on your merry way tracking dogsh!t all through "your house" as you go.

What I'm rambling up to is this:

We're trying our damnedest to give you the keys to the friggin' Time Machine.

What this means is that if we knew at 20 what we know now, there'd be several things we'd do different. Not always major things, but there would be changes none-the-less.

While things are different now, so are they the same. Someone tried to give us the same keys and we laughed at them at said " I know what I'm doing Old Dude!" and we walked right through the same kind of dogsh!t in the 70s and 80s.

Listen a little and try to absorb more than you really want to. Not just in your music experiences, but elsewhere in your life. The keys to the Time Machine are here NOW.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

And God Created Sidemen...

While I'm sure this has been posted many times over the years, it is still a gem. Not sure who wrote it, but he speaketh the truth.


And so the great Leader Nebulon did embark upon a search for suitable Sidemen for his orchestra, and he could find none; for in those days there were not many, and those he could find were already working.

Some worked the Ark with the House of Noah, and some had the house gig at The Walls of Jericho. And many played behind the scat-singing team of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednago.

So Nebulon did return to the Lord and saith, "Lord, there are many musicians, but no Sidemen!", and he rent his clothing asunder. And the Lord did say, "Thou art a schmuck! Hast thou looked everywhere? Didst thou call the Union?"And Nebulon did say, "Lord, I have looked high and low, especially low; and only one or two could I find. What shall I do?"And the Lord did afflict Nebulon with boils, saying unto him, "Leave Me to think on this!"And just to buy some time he did also visit a plague of locusts upon Egypt.

And the Lord did summon a league of Angels, and sent them forth over the land, commanding them to find Him some Sidemen.And the Angels did go to the four corners of the earth, but the only unemployed Sideman they could find was one holy man in India who did play the horn with the slide.

So with great fear the Angels did return to the Lord with the bad news, and filled with wrath He said. "How can this be? At one time the world did teem with Sidemen, as dead oxen do with maggots!"And the Angels did say, "Lord, many left the business, many have become idiots, and some have even become Leaders, and no Leader will work for another Leader."

So the Lord did cause drought for 40 days while He thought, and at last the answer came unto Him. He did recall that there was a factory, part of his Beasts Of The Field, Inc., division, that was in disuse. For it had earlier been used to create Golems, for which there had been no great demand, and so He had closed down the operation. And He thought, 'We can retool, and start turning out Sidemen.'And so it was done, and it came to pass that the Sidemen started rolling off the assembly line.

But somehow a remnant of the Golem program remained, and the Sidemen did come out acting unpredictably. Some stammered and stuttered, some talked to themselves under their breath, and some would not bathe. Some refused to shave their beards or to have their hair shorn, and some refused to wear the Jobbing Toga. And some wore the Toga, but left them crumpled in their chariots in between Gigs, or slept in them, or wore Togas from eons past, with ruffles.

And some did not believe in maps, and wandered the land aimlessly looking for the Gig, and some did not believe in the use of the hourglass, and arrived at the Gig whenever they chose.

And some loved the wine of dates, and some loved the burning of hemp. And some were created without ears, and some with knuckles where their eyebrows should be.And some did worship the gods Trane, Jaco, Mahavishnu and Ornette, and mocked their Leaders. And some did steal food from the buffet line, yea, even before the Guests had dined.

And some did try to lay with the Chick Singers, and some with the Guests, and some with the Little Sisters of these, the Chick Singers and the Guests. And some did not Read, and some could only Read, and not Blow. And some had no social skills, and some had no musical skills. And many of them were Dark, not in pigmentation of the skin, but in the Outlook on Life.

But every once in a while the line did produce a Perfect Sideman: One who followed orders without question; One who showed up on time; One who wore the Toga; One whose chariot always ran; One who Knew Tunes; But these Perfect Sidemen were few and far between, and besides their eyes were glazed, and they were shunned, for they were Boring, and knew not how to Hang.

And soon the land teemed with Sidemen milling about, looking for Gigs, complaining and whining and arguing and occasionally stabbing each other in the back.

And the Lord looked down upon his work, and said, "It will do."