Thank god for this! People in Chicago pay special attention to #18 :)
Don’t try this at home. I think I’m smitten with the Sun.
One of my many many many idols
This was an accidental collaboration in Venice Beach. I adore the very end also. :)
Paradiddle New York
A paradiddle is one of the primary rudiments of the drum set. It is usually notated | R L R R | L R L L |. That got me thinking about driving directions. So I decided to make a macro paradiddle pilgrimage through one of my favorite cities in the world; New York City.
The Paradiddle Pilgrimage starts at Blue Note Jazz Club. The midpoint is Birdland Jazz Club. The destination is the Apollo Theater in Harlem. It took some tweaking at maps.google.com but this is what I finally came up with. Below the directions are listed for anyone who wants to actually make the trip :) I also took screen shots for your viewing pleasure. The manifestation of the Macro Paradiddle!!!! Check it out!!
Blue Note Jazz Club131 West 3rd StreetNew York, NY 10012
1. Head northwest on W 3rd St toward 6th
2. Turn RIGHT at 6th Ave
3. Turn LEFT at W 23rd St
4. Turn RIGHT at 10th Ave
5. Turn RIGHT at W 44th St
Destination will be on the left
Birdland Jazz Club315 West 44th StreetNew York, NY 10036
6. Head southeast on W 44th St toward 8th Ave
7. Take the 1st LEFT onto 8th Ave
8. At the traffic circle, take the 2nd exit onto W 59 St/Central Park
9. Slight RIGHT at Grand Army Plaza
10. Turn LEFT at Park Ave
11. Turn LEFT at E 125 St/Dr Martin Luther King Jr Blvd
Destination will be on the right
Apollo Theater253 W 125 StNew York, NY 10027
The thing that is sticking with me from watching Billy Martin’s LIFE ON DRUMS featurette on YouTube is him talking about how each time you sit down at the drums, even before you warm up, do a solo.
“I force myself to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste” -Marcel Duchamp
In Terms of Free Jazz… … … …a Henry Miller Quotation
“Death is wonderful too-after life. Only one like myself who has opened his mouth and spoken, only one who has said Yes, Yes, Yes, and again Yes! can open wide his arms to death and know no fear. Death as a reward, yes! But not death from the roots, isolating men, making them bitter and fearful and lonely, giving them fruitless energy, filling them with a will which can only say No! The first word any man writes when he has found himself, his own rhythm, which is the life rhythm, is Yes! Everything he writes thereafter is Yes, Yes, Yes,-Yes in a thousand million ways. No dynamo, no matter how huge-not even a dynamo of a hundred million dead souls-can combat one man saying Yes!”
