I’ve been running around and sitting in one place, both lately. Zepparella shows, and then coming home glued to different creative projects I’m working on. Drum practice has been fun in a brand new way, songwriting is requiring a patience and deep dive that is both delicious and a bit terrifying, and another writing project has been sort of all-consuming and pure fun.
I drove down from Portland on Sunday after a few shows and the Old Man had a killer documentary waiting for me, “Milford Graves: Full Mantis.” To call Graves a drummer is to sell him short, as he was a genius, visionary, multi-disciplinarian, professor. Luckily, the Old Man has been collecting Graves albums for a while, so we’re in a lovely exploration of the music as well. Look up the doc if you haven’t caught it yet. I found it endlessly inspirational, and his explanation of what it is to swing was… chef’s kiss.
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