Synesthesia – Gary Young MySpace Blog

Music.

Yeh.

Music.

TAYLOR @ BLUES ALLEY

Monday night I went to Blues Alley. Taylor was playing — Eigsti, that is. A young trio, if that matters. Actually, it does, now that I think about it. The energy and the genre synthesis are fresh. I was sitting kind of behind the piano and had a clear view of Taylor’s hands. It was something. At times he used an effects pedal on the piano. A wah-wah sound that turned the instrument into a bright 70’s Fender Rhodes-type wah-wah sounds. At one point he used a delay, played a run, and it was like the notes were flowing from the piano, chasing each other, and running along the walls and floors and ceiling of the club, swirling in corners and around your feet like flower petals do in the wind.

What I’m saying is that there were moments that … well, it’s like when you smell an aroma that brings back a flood of nostalgia. I’m probably not making much sense, but there’s a word for it: synesthetic.

The dictionary definition is, “a sensation produced in one modality when a stimulus is applied to another modality, as when the hearing of a certain sound induces the visualization of a certain color.”

It’s powerful mojo. When you’re mentally stimulated to such an extent that your senses are spontaneously orchestrated. It was a good show. It was fun, too. I met some folk and it was a treat seeing Tay playing Blues Alley and great to hang out with him and his crew for a little bit afterwards. But while I was there I was wishing that someone could have been there to see it. Like, I wanted to share it. I thought of my friends and all that would have been blown away and had a great time and enjoyed the music.

STARRYVILLE AND THE BILL HEID TRIO

Last night I went to Utopia Bar & Grill on U St. near 14th in DC.

Actually, I went to TT Reynolds’ in Old Town Fairfax first to see Starryville play a set. Starryville is comprised of people that I went on the Outer Banks vacation with. Great sound with a lot of atmosphere.

At Utopia, Bill Heid Trio with Lyle on saxamaphooooooone, saxamaphooooone. Tony Martucci on drums. Luis (oh crud I forgot his last name) Hernandez sat in. And Marshall Keys stopped by, too. Man, they made some music. I was so tired but it’s not often you get a crew like that together, blowing without a care, y’know. Talking shop about reeds, mouthpieces and horns. It was friggin’ great! And all I could think of, aside from pondering the balsamic vinegar and cilantro demi-glaze on the pork chops, was “I wish someone could be here to see this.”

There were some other people in the bar, of course, although the crowd was thinning at that time of night. But damn. It’s hard to get people out even if it’s to see good music. And this goes beyond genre. Even you aren’t a jazz fan, you’d be into seeing these guys do their thing live. It’s awe-inspiring. Even being a musician myself it’s like … holy crap.

I should go out to see Lyle’s gig at Twins on Colorado and sit in tonight. I just don’t think I have the energy, though. I’ve got to get some rest. And yet I’m still torn. Maybe work on some music of my own. I started on Anteros v2 but got stuck. We’ll see whether or not it turns into something else entirely. Whatever it is, I think you’ll like it. I’m hoping that my voice is shaping up enough to make it more dynamic/passionate this time around. We’ll see.

I think I’m going to go home now. Not even Peter Gabriel can keep me hear anymore. Here anymore, I mean. An appropriate typo, though.

PERSONALS

I was going to write about something else. What was it. Oh. True.com. Personals. I suck. I’m going to get a big “L” tattooed on my forehead like Rimmer in “Red Dwarf”, except his was an “H”. I’m convinced that they have a bunch of ringers on there whose job it is to make you think that someone’s interested in you. You know, like you were close but that person isn’t available any more so maybe next time. I know some people have had success with these things but … no. It sucks. If I remember correctly, there was a class action suit against Yahoo! Personals and Match.com for having ringers or plants to provide a glimmer of hope. Cheap. I don’t know why I get the urge to participate in this farce every few months. Well, actually I do know why.

Oh well. Such is life.

MAN, I’M HUNGRY

What should I eat tonight? I’ve got some leftovers but I’m kind of in the mood for … what. Not sure. Maybe tonight I’ll allow myself to follow my nose like Toucan Sam. Except I’ll end up at a bowl of Fruit Loops sixty feet up in the tree canopy of a rain forest. Bunch o’ monkeys up there raisin’ a ruckus.

Well, Sunil just came by and told me about the Brazilian steaks he had at a buffet in Vegas. So now I’m in the mood for Outback. Good food, good fun. Um … mate.

Hmmm. Synesthesia. I wonder if I could induce that intentionally.

Currently reading :
The Alchemist: A Fable About Following Your Dream
By Paulo Coelho
Release date: By 10 May, 1995

Comments

Gary Young

Hey!  Thanks for the comment, Paul.

I think a lot of music is synesthetic.  I was thinking about this.  That’s pretty much what dancing is.  I mean, what is it about a sound that makes you nod your head or tap your feet or fingers.  What makes that girl standing next to the stage whip her hair around and jump up and down.  What does sound have to do with that?  Everything, apparently.

Kenny Barron’s “Cook’s Bay” makes me “see” water.  I guess that’s why/how he wrote it.  I want to experiment with it.

Personals sites.  Bah humbug.

My book has stalled at the end of chapter 9.  My nephew stopped reading (because he didn’t have internet access anymore) so I lost some motivation.  But don’t worry.  I’ll get back to it.  I’ll keep you posted, Pablo.

Enjoy the 650.

Posted by Gary Young on Oct 27, 2006 2:26 PM

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