Can it be said (with certainty or not) about the things that grow?: There, see it! That’s (fill in the blank) incarnate! They do not feel, we suppose. So is it not somewhat fatuous, silly as a schoolgirl discovering the pulse Of a bass guitar limning the rhythm of adolescence, To call wisteria wistful. To...
Hope RekindledThis past week has given us more hope for our diseased republic than any other time in 50+ years of paying attention. Observing and participating in a long-overdue peaceful uprising, occupying the streets, feeling the righteous energy of people of all ages, colors, faiths, and wealth (or lack thereof), has…
Used traditionally, in most Western music the bass keeps time churning out fat quarter-notes based on the root of a chord. Ba-dum-dum-dum-dum. On his addictive new recording Tines of Change, the visionary master bassist and composer explores his instrument’s under-utilized sonic possibilities. The concatenation of squeaks, grumbles, twitters, growls, whistles, knocks, cries, howls, and, yes, nice...
