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So the Wife spent most of today out of the house #occupying shit, and the kiddo was sleeping most of the day. On most days that would mean that it is time to crank up the noise music to non-headphone levels, but I’ve been thinking about Thelonious Monk a lot lately. I’ve been working on this secret music project and (though the project has nothing to do with jazz) Monk’s piano lines. The skeletal minimalism of them. I’ve been meditating on the space around his notes. So today I put on a little jazz and began to check my usual spots on the Interwebs, and lo (and behold, even) Chris Randall had posted a nice bit of Monk ephemera:

Monk's Advice

Words Of Wisdom

In the blog post, Chris mentions the sterling 1998 documentary, “Thelonious Monk: Straight, No Chaser”. I hadn’t watched it in years, and decided that I needed to rectify that. I oddly went to YouTube instead of Netflix first. I quickly found not just a clip from the doc, but the entire things. An hour and a half later I started in on a BBC documentary about Sun Ra, and after that I was ripping through “People Who Do Noise” a documentary about the noise music scene in Portland, OR.

The three documentaries where enjoyable, and I learned some interesting things that I didn’t know, but the thing that I found interesting was that there seemed to be a direct line running through all three films. That the freedom of the Bebop that Monk created allowed for the psychedelic space jamming freakouts of Sun Ra which led directly into the cosmic washes of noise music. I really wasn’t expecting that to happen. It was kind of a magical moment when the first kid in the noise doc started talking about all of the cosmic issues that experimental noise musicians were trying to tap into. It was a moment that crystallized a theory that I’ve had about music getting more and more “free” and “experimental” (even in the pop world) to the point where it will collapse into some sort of Zen purity. I find that purity in the better noise tracks. I also find it in the better Bop tracks, like Coltrane’s “Meditations” . Even Sun Ra, in and with his excesses, was single-minded and focused on shoving so much data at you in one moment that you become unable to focus on it in minute detail. When listening to Sun Ra you are unable to think about the notes you just heard of anticipate the next notes that you are about to hear, you are trapped forever in the ever unveiling NOW of the moment. Like in mindfulness training, we are taught to only ride the crest of the present. To let the music be music, and our existence be our existence.

All of the best music in the world is just like that.

All of the best things in the world are just like that…

 

Thelonious Monk: Straight, No Chaser:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E4pmPPtKU64

This one is absolutely fantastic! Great footage from 1968 of Monk on and off stage while on tour. There is a great scene of him in the studio wearing glasses with no lenses and a Polish Calvary cap, out hipstering the modern hipster before they existed. Also, there are a few scenes of Monk and (his sometimes muse, always patron, possibly lover) Pannonica together. And absolute tonnes (both metric AND the US kind) of live performances. (10/10)

 

Sun Ra, Brother From Another Planet:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LqZHzpAYVIk

I had never seen this one, but I am glad that I got to. It doesn’t get into the nitty and the gritty, but it does give a good overview of Sun and the Arkestra. There is some absolutely fantastic early video on hand to go along with the standard collection of talking heads. There are a ton of great interviews with members of the Arkestra, and Thirston Moore shows to… um… I don’t know… get the kids to watch? Anyway, Amiri Baraka is there like a chorus to get things back on track and to remind us of the social ramifications of what Sun Ra was doing, and the great John Sinclair pops up to tell us how the white longhairs dug or didn’t what the Arkestra was laying down. Actually, I think this doc is good just to get a chance to see John Sinclair and Amiri Baraka talk. (8/10)

 

People Who Do Noise:

This one is definitely the weakest doc out of the bunch. It is not at all a complex history of noise music. There is no discussion about the origins of noise with Luigi Russolo and the Industrial Revolution, through Monte Cazazza and Throbbing Gristle. There is no mention of Merzbow. At all. But there is a good deal of performance footage from a wide range of experimental and noise acts. Most of them are actually pretty good, with only a few half-assers on parade. The highlight of the film is the interview with Dr. Id (Mike Lastra of Smegma House). He is the sage voice that talks about any of this stuff connecting with any sort of art or musical tradition. I can’t really recommend this documentary to anyone unless they are really into noise music and want to see some smaller acts that they don’t know about, or people who live (or want to live) in Portland. I especially can’t recommend this film to my Wife. The sounds would just make her mouth taste like metal (and not the rocking kind of metal). I did rather like it though, if for no other reason than that I support kids making their own scenes and having a good time. (6/10)

Alright… I got back from Star Trek a few hours ago, and have had time for my dinner to digest.

If you have not gone to see Star Trek, go now.  I am happy to say that (finally) something from my childhood still holds up.  I was getting scared after the whole Star Wars thing.  I don’t care who shot first.  I don’t care to see any Stars Wars film other than Episode V ever again.  But Star Trek on the other hand.  This was my childhood.  This was the show that taught me the foundations of a correct living.  The moments watching ST:TNG every week with the family are some of my most cherished memories.  Hell my dad still knows what “Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra” means.  So the idea of J.J. dancing a cha-cha over my past kind of made me nervous.  Especially after the almost cool but ultimately forgettable giant bunny flick.  But all things are good.  I can safely wave my big UFP flag in public again.

They have completely retconned the whole series.  We are now in a different time stream.  What you know, you don’t know.  But Christopher Pike is still in a wheelchair (beep!).  But seeing as how the other universe everyone is still caught in the nexus so (happily) the last few Trek movies don’t exist anyway.  It starts out kind of vamping the Kobayashi Maru opener of Wrath Of Khan except this times for reals, or something.  Then more references to the Kobayashi Maru.  Then Kirk cheats.  Then we stay at the Kyriat Moriah.  Long story short, this movie kicks major ass, and they are apparently working on the sequel.  I think (hope) that sooner or later we are going to start dusting of the old Star Trek: Phase II scripts and get a new series going.

To answer the burning questions:

Favorite Star Trek Captain: Sisko Sisko Sisko (He’s the freakin’ Emissary fer cripes sake)

and

Favorite Star Trek Doctor: Bones. Mainly because his first flick kicked all kinds of ass.  Beverly Crusher is automatically disqualified for squatting out Wesley.

So, I went to PennDOT today at the insistence of Michele to get a replacement driver’s license. I still have no idea what happened to my wallet.  I was a tad on the hungover side because of the seductive good for you evil that is Guinness.  If you have never ridden public transport while praying you don’t toss your cookies, you are not living life to the fullest!  Anyway, after waiting in the little sweaty room for awhile, M has to run down the block to get a money order because PennDOT employees apparently can’t make change.  Then off to fabulous Market Square for burritos and such.

The guy behind the counter at Moe’s was kind enough to inform us that on Saturday there’d be a NORML rally in Market Square.  As a supporter of complete cognitive liberty I am clearly for the legalization of marijuana.  I am also a staunch supporter of the right to bear arms, yet I’ve never had anyone randomly inform me of an impending NRA function. But the drugs? At least weekly some jackass hips me to the local scene, or tries to buy a lid off of me. (Does pot even get measured in lids any more?  Can you still get Prince Albert in a can? questions… questions…)  Just because I am under 40 and have dreadlocks does not mean that I am a pothead.  I don’t go up to random hipsters and ask them what brand of razor they use to cut with.  Why am I the one who has to be type cast.

Anyway… I am going to go see Star Trek tomorrow, and that means I’ll be either sadcakes and murderously angry at the death of my childhood or wanting my whole life to be outfitted with an LCARS interface!  Right now I am all sorts of happy kittens inside.