There was a time when my sense of self was all about music.  I worked my way to being a bass player.  You know, jazz, big upright bass.  And of course, that niche wasn’t quite what I wanted.  I wanted to get calls for guitar gigs.

When I was in the Bay Area I gigged a lot.  I only had brushes with other people’s greatness, though, and those moments made it clear that there’s a difference between musicians and professional musicians.

I was the guy with the day gig that played music as a professional hobby.  It’s good stuff.  But there are times when it wears you down.  And when you try and crank up your game you find that it takes a heck of a lot more hustle.

I’ve been slacking on the music lately.  Usually, I’m going through a writing phase or a making music phase.  They are mostly exclusive.  Ever since I moved back to the east coast I haven’t gigged much.  I’ve grown a little bit disenchanted with the whole “I’m a jazz musician” thing.  Maybe because I didn’t get any chicks out of it.  (That’s supposed to be a joke.)

But I have not given up on music.  That’s not possible.

The Post Modern Musician

With the advent of all of this amazing technology it’s now possible to be your own band.  I’ve been making music in the confines of my apartment using the computer as a recording studio and with the help and collaboration and support of friends.  The quality isn’t quite professional but it’s not bad if I put some effort into it.

I hope you enjoy.  Here are a few.  Oh.  And one favor to ask.  If you listen to a tune please listen through to the end because the beginning and the end are often very different places.

Peace and love.

-g