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Month: May 2023

And here we go

May 23, 2023 /

Vague-posting a bit here, but I want to mark the day without getting into details at the moment.

When I moved to Seattle in 2014, my musical life and personality was figuratively stored away in a little box. It was a necessary compartmentalization to facilitate some major life and career changes.

I knew I had to completely let go of the past to live in the present and prepare a new future. So I just put it away. I tried taking it back out on a few occasions, but it was never the right time, and didn’t feel right. It made me sad for what I missed from the past.

In recent months there has been a scratching noise coming from that box, like something trying to escape. It’s been getting more intense.

I had a conversation with a friend this morning that led to me creating some blank staff paper this afternoon.

This conversation was not a singular or first manifestation of this re-emergence of my musical side. I had a conversation with a different friend a few days ago about her own similar path in this regard, and how that has been going for her. I have also started playing in a local brass band.

Hell, even getting this site redone, and this blog space fired up, is part of that entire mental shift of getting back to being a creator again.

Things are happening. I think the use for that box is coming to a close.

Mavis attacked at the dog park

May 18, 2023 /

Well, this was scary. She’s OK, but there will be an urgent care vet visit this afternoon to verify that.

I was at the dog park with Mavis and Janet, and a grand old time was being had by all:

Less than 10 minutes later, while I was posting that photo to social media, a very large black dog, who we’d seen already and had no trouble with, attacked Mavis. It happened instantly: the commotion, Mavis screaming, Mavis on the ground with a dog 4x-5x bigger than her on top of her, only about 10 feet away from me.

I yelled and ran to intervene. The owner of the other dog was 30-50 feet away, and by the she got near, I had already broken up the scuffle and taken Mavis away. She never did say anything to me or apologize or anything like that, which is really shitty. She just wandered off while I was checking to see if Mavis was injured.

I got this photo then, while sitting on a bench. Mavis was panting and trembling, and her neck and shoulders had a lot of saliva on them. But thankfully, no evidence of bleeding or abrasions, though clearly Mavis had to have been chomped to be so damp.

This was about 11:25am; our usual vet was unable to get her in today or tomorrow, so we’re going to an urgent care vet appointment for a check-up at 4:45pm. I expect Mavis will end up with some swelling and bruising and probably need some pain meds.

I hope she’ll eventually be able to return to the dog park and have fun again. She was very nervous and stayed very close to me as we walked back to the car. Usually she runs with Janet on fetches, but not after the attack.

Mavis is a gentle soul with a long memory. When she gets skeered it sticks with her. She still does not like walking past a house in our neighborhood where a gust of wind once made an inflatable Santa move unexpectedly, and that was 18 months ago. When walking by there we have to go to the other side of the street.

Seeing that happen to your sweet little doggy girl is upsetting. I remain discombobulated by it.

Shooting in our neighborhood last night

May 14, 2023 /

This all happened within a block-ish or so of our house. We were just returning from an outing when it happened, so, fortunately, we missed hearing the gunshots and got home before the police swarmed in and traffic got messy.

The shooting was in a playground with kids in it at the time. Some reports suggest an argument or fight, others suggest a drug deal gone bad. Knowing nothing factual but my own experience living here, I think the former is more plausible, and the second is a dog-whistle.

https://westseattleblog.com/2023/05/shooting-investigation-at-alki/

https://www.seattletimes.com/seattle-news/man-shot-killed-near-alki-beach-in-west-seattle/

This was the first warm and nice Saturday night of the lead-up to summer, so this does not bode well for the months ahead. The area where we live has become louder and more unhinged on weekends in recent years.

Used to be: Teenagers drinking and partying around bonfires while lo-riders cruise the beach strip. I have zero problem with that.

Becoming: Guys in luxury vehicles shooting each other and all-night motorcycle racing. It’s becoming concerning.

Seattle PD has a Twitter feed of incidents, and there were nearly two dozen other calls to the neighborhood (say, 6-7 block radius) that were not related to this shooting. It was a wild night.

My friend Jason’s album release!

May 12, 2023 /
Album cover for "Start It!" by Jason Mingledorff
Bandcamp link here!

I’ve had the good fortune of knowing and playing with a lot of outstanding musicians over the years, and one of them, my friend Jason Mingledorff from undergrad years at Alabama who is now based in New Orleans, released his first solo album today.

He’s had a career of being in bands (such as Grammy-winning New Orleans Nightcrawlers, plus Dr. John’s band, Papa Grows Funk, St. Paul and the Broken Bones, Galactic, and many others), but not leading a band of his own. That has changed in a big way!

The album kicks. It slaps. It is 🔥. It’s jazz with an aroma of funky NOLA stank, and is both cerebral and visceral. Jason is a monster sax player, the tunes are excellent, and the whole thing sounds like a million bucks. Congrats to him!

Maybe I’ll write up a review of this album at some point. There’s some really interesting things in there.

7:20am

May 9, 2023 /

I woke up this morning (no alarm; I almost never use one), stretched and opened my eyes. “What is it, like 7:20?” I thought.

It was. It was exactly 7:20.

This happens to me a lot, where I wake up, mentally guess the time, and hit it right on the nose. This is the third time in the past few days that has happened.

As a musician, has my sense of time become that expansive?

Obviously, light (or lack of it) in the room can be a clue to a general time, but that marker moves, too, especially here in the Pacific Northwest where we are entering that part of year with amazing long twilights in the evenings.

The only explanation: I am an android whose internal chronometer occasionally leaks into my conscious thought. Guess I need a new gasket or something.

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