To Swing Means You Want to Live to the Next Day

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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