Funky Saddle

The way this blog goes is that I feel around for a balance of the unknowable. No, today’s musical track is not the sound track for “Get Shorty” (my top favorite movie of all times, what does that say about me?) nor “Pulp Fiction” (ICK--what’s the difference?) Actually, this track was laid down at least five years before that particular movie period. The way I see it--and that was about it—Scot was perennially five years (at least) ahead of the rest of the world--at all times and in all ways.

In my church (UU) we talk about coming to church to acknowledge the growing edge. Acknowledging that for that moment—this is what you choose to do—this is the growing edge of your life, excuse the metaphor but imagine a toenail. Now apply that metaphor to something not so ummmmm….. Imagine how can that thing have gotten to be so long? Look at the space between the toe nail polish and the cuticles. Sorry to be so crass, but that metaphor says it all. A growing edge is a growing edge, and after all,

This track is actually next on the tape, right after ____. We have a basic striped-down arrangement again. Scot could program this track on this cheap little drum machine, in about ten minutes. Next came the guitar. All you long-term blog followers have probably now discerned that all Scot’s leads are apples that don’t fall too far from the rhythm tree. The top track is the keyboard track. In this vehicle, Scot can take on a new voice—his angel voice. What this track reminds me of is a Leonard Bernstein version of—Kids, Let’s Meet Some instruments. I think it’s so sweet how he let’s different voices move forward.

This entry is starting to get the feel of an overlong toenail—where’s the bi-pedal individual who knows how to manipulate the clippers?

Artwork—similar to the T. Scot Memorial Blog puzzler, we can now have “the fill in the medium category blank”. Notice however the really nice red background—a first here on the TSHMB.

Speaking of that—WOW! I went to a ‘Big Band’ event this weekend. There were four trumpets, four trombones, four (different) sax players, vibes (!), bass (yeah), drums (long may you rule, CRUPA), not to mention piano and vocals for the records, from another beloved friend, Janice Jaffe, who is not just any jazz vocalist, she’s immediately palpable as the real thing. WOW! That “A Train” was the real thing!!! That Wish-- (When You Wish Upon a Star) was real too. The dance floor was open. If Scot and I had been there, you can just know that we (thank goodness for that one couple who tried) would have been out there dancing.