i think i have a good idea

funny cat is funnyi think i have, actually, many good ideas

amber is napping, charles mingus is on the bluetooth

one cat is sleeping on the floor, the other is on the bookshelf gnawing on the corner of it

i want to get this idea in the right hands

but tomorrow i have to get to sleep early because tuesday i have to be at work at 4am.

because of the oscar nominations.

which should be exciting, and we get to leave early when it’s over, after we do a few things, nothing too strenuous.

and then we can get back to sleep.

today i watched football and half of this hank williams movie.

last night we watched the Tonya Harding movie and amber cried because shes sensitive to violence.

which makes me feel like i have the blackest heart because i wasnt effected at all

except for near the end, margot robbie, as tonya was delivering this great monologue and

man it hit me.

because she was right, i had my opinion of her, based on a hand full of reports

this was all pre internet

but even today how often do we judge people without fully researching the sitch

the cat is now done with the bookshelf and sitting as close to ambers feet as possible

mingus keeps swinging

and i keep a-thinking…

amy is terrific.

Amy Winehouse Movie Posteri love movies. especially music documentaries.

this year we have already seen one kurt cobain doc and another on the way.

kurt is probably my all time favorite dead rock star and even though montage of heck was good, “amy” is great.

one of the big differences is amy winehouse was being photographed and videotaped constantly through her whole ascent to superstardom

which is ironic because it is clear that she had zero interest in being famous.

kurt could pretend that fame wasnt of primary interest to him, but he did want it, he flirted with it and eventually signed with a huge label and made music videos and did all the things to be famous.

amy was different. she sang jazz. how you gonna be famous singing jazz? even punk rockers have their day now and then but jazz singers – in the 21st century? ha!

but there she was. in the spotlight. in love. always in love. and then in trouble. so much trouble.

i loved this movie because it made us fall for her in ways i never did when she was alive.

id seen her at sxsw and was not impressed. i watched her on tv now and then and was interested in her persona and her struggle. but i never really understood her story nor her music until last night at the academy screening of her new biopic.

this was a talented girl who, like many geniuses, had zero awareness to real life.

one of the funniest moments was when she was being filmed during a grammy ceremony and she heard the list of nominees and the title of their albums was shocked that justin timberlake’s was called “what goes around comes around”.

amy winehouse really knew that little about pop music? and she had that much disdain? despite being in the center of it?

it reminded me of Weezer’s “El Scorcho” where Rivers sings “I asked you to go to the Green Day concert / You said you never heard of them / (how cool is that?) / How cool is that? So I went to your room and read your diary.”

Amy is the video diary of the rise and fall of the best jazz singer of the new century.

and how love and fame and drugs and booze and the inability of parents and friends and even a record label cant stop imminent destruction.

it’s so weird to me that this story gets repeated so often in rock music and nothing can be done.

theres no guru? theres no rehab facility that works? theres no system? we just have to resign ourselves to the fact that the hangers on want to make money so they will keep pushing the stars onto the stage until they literally die?

i cried, sass cried, everyone cried. then they clapped at the end, then they clapped again. painfully good movie that hopefully influences some people.

most people don’t know im an expert in brass but yep


Tucsonan asks: you want to put together the world’s greatest horn section. two trumpets, trombone, two saxes. living or dead, who do you get?

Miles Davis and John Birks “Dizzy” Gillespie on trumpets

Trombone Shorty on trombone

Charlie Parker and Clarence “Big Man” Clemons on sax.

i realize there may be some more talented saxamaphone players but how ya gonna not draft the Big Man if you can?