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The 4th Installment Will Be Here:
If you click on that image, it should take you to the location on the map on your phone ...
but, if it doesn't, you can always copy and paste the following coordinates:
Thanks a lot for coming to & considering these shows;
It means a lot to me : ' ) ~~ I hope you've enjoyed them : )
Panda Bear - Master
Nina Simone - Stars
Ps. There is public parking across the street from the ... "venue,"
which, by 7p on a Sunday, might be free ...
xoxo xoxo xoxo xoxo xoxo
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Concert #3
Saturday, 4/20 @ 11:11p
Beatles - Blue Jay Way
Click Image Below to Watch for Location
nice
John Coltrane & Rashied Ali - Venus
Maryanne Amacher - Dense Boogie 1
Boredoms - Nice B-O-R-E Guy & Boyoyo Touch
AUDIBLE BELOW:
basically, the new site (described in the jug / container video above) might be too
expansive & cold (technically and theoretically) for this evening so i've returned to the original
site idea ... which is underneath a building and should be a little warmer and more snug ...
a container ...
click paragraph below for new info:
ps. maybe bring something to sit on
44.96797° N, 93.23794° W
If you click on that image, it should take you to the location on the map on your phone ...
but, if it doesn't, you can always copy and paste the following coordinates:
44.98811° N, 93.18241° W
Thanks a lot for coming to & considering these shows;
It means a lot to me : ' ) ~~ I hope you've enjoyed them : )
Panda Bear - Master
Nina Simone - Stars
Ps. There is public parking across the street from the ... "venue,"
which, by 7p on a Sunday, might be free ...
xoxo xoxo xoxo xoxo xoxo
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Concert #3
Saturday, 4/20 @ 11:11p
Beatles - Blue Jay Way
Click Image Below to Watch for Location
nice
John Coltrane & Rashied Ali - Venus
Maryanne Amacher - Dense Boogie 1
Boredoms - Nice B-O-R-E Guy & Boyoyo Touch
AUDIBLE BELOW:
basically, the new site (described in the jug / container video above) might be too
expansive & cold (technically and theoretically) for this evening so i've returned to the original
site idea ... which is underneath a building and should be a little warmer and more snug ...
a container ...
click paragraph below for new info:
ps. maybe bring something to sit on
44.96797° N, 93.23794° W
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBb6smpKXkM
love u,
:) (:
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Concert #2:
Sunday, 4/14 @ 7:07p
The initial idea for this concert was to hold it in The Humphrey Garden, designed by Siah Armajani in the 1980s
with architect Leonard Parker, and installed in 1987. The garden (or courtyard) is traced by quotes in small steel
letters, attributed to Hubert Humphrey, reflecting on a civilization or society's purpose.
The quote pictured really annihilated me (and has continued to whenever I've visited the spot or thought about it.)
I loved the idea of placing the music here, as the sentiment conveyed is one I've been holding near to me
while planning this thing ... but the ambient noise in the area isn't so agreeable for this particular set.
There's a wild HVAC (?) whine from the adjacent Carlson School of Management building and street noise
on 19th can be formidable.
Accordingly, the set will be held elsewhere, in a spot I stumbled on while scouting rain/weather alternatives
for the potential Humphrey Garden show. If you're walking from the Garden, you might access it this way:
If you get to this point, you should see something like this ...
tho maybe a little less green, at present:
If coordinates are more your speed, you might try searching for:
From what I could gather, the building under which this spot is located
is known as Anderson Hall, which has the mailing address of:
257 S 19th Avenue, Minneapolis, MN, 55455.
If we're asked to move (ie. Leaf), we ... or, I guess, to avoid being presumptuous (lol),
"I'll" make the trek down to this spot by the river ... hopefully, you will feel like joining :)
is known as Anderson Hall, which has the mailing address of:
257 S 19th Avenue, Minneapolis, MN, 55455.
If we're asked to move (ie. Leaf), we ... or, I guess, to avoid being presumptuous (lol),
"I'll" make the trek down to this spot by the river ... hopefully, you will feel like joining :)
As always, feel free to call or text me with questions :)
🌾 xo, love u
Black Dice - Lost Valley / Head Like a Door
Jackson Browne - Before The Deluge (Remastered)
Passion is the major occupation of the human realm. Passion in this sense is an intelligent kind of grasping
in which the logical reasoning mind is always geared toward the creation of happiness. There is an acute
sense of the separateness of pleasurable objects from the experiencer, resulting in a sense of loss, poverty,
often accompanied by nostalgia. You feel that only pleasurable objects can bring you comfort and happiness,
but you feel inadequate, not strong or magnetic enough for the objects of pleasure to be drawn naturally into your territory.
Nevertheless, you try actively to draw them in. This often leads to a critical attitude toward other people. You want to magnetize
the best qualities, the most pleasurable, most sophisticated, most civilized situations.
This kind of magnetizing is different from that of the asura realm, which is not as selective and intelligent. The human realm,
by comparison, involves a high degree of selectivity and fussiness. There is an acute sense of having your own ideology and your own style,
of rejecting things not your style. You must have the right balance in everything. You criticize and condemn people who do not meet your standards.
Or else you might be impressed by someone who embodies your style or is superior to you at achieving it, someone who is very intelligent
and has very refined taste, who leads a pleasurable life and has the things you would like to have. It might be a historical figure or a mythological figure
or one of your contemporaries who has greatly impressed you. [They are] very accomplished, and you would like to possess [their] qualities.
It is not simply a matter of being jealous of another person; you want to draw that person into your territory. It is an ambitious kind of jealousy,
in that you want to equal the other person.
The essence of the human realm is the endeavor to achieve some high ideal. Often those who find themselves in this realm will have visions
of Christ or Buddha or Krishna or Mohammed or other historical figures who have tremendous meaning for them because of their achievements.
These great personages have magnetized everything that one could possibly think of - fame, power, wisdom. If they wanted to become rich,
they could do so because of their enormous influence over other people. You would like to be like them - not necessarily better than
but at least equal to them. Often people have visions in which they identify themselves with great politicians, statesmen, poets, painters,
musicians, scientists, and so forth. There is a heroic attitude, the attempt to create monuments, the biggest, greatest historical monument.
This heroic approach is based on fascination with what you lack. When you hear of someone who possesses remarkable qualities,
you regard him or her as a significant being and yourself as insignificant. This continual comparing and selecting generates a never-ending
procession of desires.
The human mentality places a strong emphasis on knowledge, learning, and education, on collecting all kinds of information and wisdom.
The intellect is most active in the human realm. There is so much going on in your mind as a result of having collected so many things and having planned
so many projects. The epitome of the human realm is to be stuck in a huge traffic jam of discursive thought. You are so busy thinking that you cannot learn
anything at all. The constant churning out of ideas, plans, hallucinations, and dreams is a quite different mentality from that of the god realm. There you are
completely absorbed in a blissful state, a kind of self-stuck sense of satisfaction. In the jealous god realm, you are completely drunk on competitiveness;
there is less possibility of thought happening because your experiences are so strong that they overpower you, hypnotize you. In the case of the human realm,
there are more thoughts happening. The intellectual or logical mind becomes more powerful so that one is completely overwhelmed by the possibilities
of magnetizing new situations. Thus, one tries to grasp new ideas, new strategies, relevant case histories, quotations from books, significant incidents
that have occurred in one's life, and so on, and one's mind becomes completely full of thought.
The things that have been recorded in the subconscious play back continually,
much more so than in the other realms.
So it is a very intellectual realm, very busy and very disturbing, The human mentality has less pride than the mentalities of the other realms.
In the other realms, you find some occupation to hang on to and derive satisfaction from, whereas in the human realm, there is no such satisfaction.
There is a constant searching, constant looking for new situations or attempts to improve given situations. It is the least enjoyable state of mind because suffering
is not regarded as an occupation nor as a way of challenging oneself; rather, it is a constant reminder of ambitions created out of suffering.
The Myth of Freedom, Pages 29-32
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It turned out to be William Shakespeare's The Tempest at Gothenburg City Theatre. We played and improvised through the days.
Sabu mostly played congas, Don the trumpet and all kinds of flutes, and I played donso ngoni, clarinets, and zither. Meanwhile, the rest of the ensemble
was preoccupied with what seemed to be endless meetings and eternal discussions about what ought to be done and how. This had been going on for
I don't know how long. At a typical meeting, where we had all gathered on the floor in a circle and gotten stuck in some insurmountable conflict,
Don suddenly stood up. He smiled, spreading his arms wide, and declared:
"I know what this play needs, it needs a huge gong - and I will find it for you!"
was preoccupied with what seemed to be endless meetings and eternal discussions about what ought to be done and how. This had been going on for
I don't know how long. At a typical meeting, where we had all gathered on the floor in a circle and gotten stuck in some insurmountable conflict,
Don suddenly stood up. He smiled, spreading his arms wide, and declared:
"I know what this play needs, it needs a huge gong - and I will find it for you!"
Everyone nods and smiles, not understanding what this actually means, but simply happy that someone has finally come
with some positive energy, which moves some people to tears.
with some positive energy, which moves some people to tears.
Don takes me to one side and whispers in my ear that I should pack my instruments and enough clothes for a few days
and then take the train to Hässleholm, where he will meet me.
and then take the train to Hässleholm, where he will meet me.
"Sure, when?"
"Tomorrow."
The next day, Don really did pick me up at the train station in Hässleholm. We went to his school in Tågarp,
the place that today has an almost mythical aura around it. Moki met up with us, bringing the children and lots of fabric,
bags, sacks, and kitchen utensils all loaded onto the Volkswagen bus. We were already on our way. While he steered the bus to Christiana in Copenhagen,
Don talked about his vision for the school - a creative center for artists, musicians, and writers where anything could happen. There, in Christiana,
there were alternative rules regarding housing, family, drugs, and much more. It was a haven for many artists due to the low rents.
the place that today has an almost mythical aura around it. Moki met up with us, bringing the children and lots of fabric,
bags, sacks, and kitchen utensils all loaded onto the Volkswagen bus. We were already on our way. While he steered the bus to Christiana in Copenhagen,
Don talked about his vision for the school - a creative center for artists, musicians, and writers where anything could happen. There, in Christiana,
there were alternative rules regarding housing, family, drugs, and much more. It was a haven for many artists due to the low rents.
I really have no clue where we are going other than that we are heading to France to perform. I could not have imagined the size of the huge festival awaiting us,
with the great stars of jazz, set up to be broadcast on national television. When we finally get to Chateauvallon, in the South of France, we set up a kind of camp
in a grove beside the festival area. Later, we drive around the harbor. This is where Naná Vasconcelos suddenly steps into the dazzling sunlight
flowing through the bus's open door. I ask him what he plays and in answer to my question he performs a completely incomparable solo
tapping a matchbox against his naked torso. We have no rehearsals but play with each other up until the concert:
Don, Naná, the saxophonist Gérard "Doudou" Gouirand, and myself. Naná's berimbau and my donso ngoni
are so closely related that it is incredibly easy to play together, and we do so deep into the cool night.
with the great stars of jazz, set up to be broadcast on national television. When we finally get to Chateauvallon, in the South of France, we set up a kind of camp
in a grove beside the festival area. Later, we drive around the harbor. This is where Naná Vasconcelos suddenly steps into the dazzling sunlight
flowing through the bus's open door. I ask him what he plays and in answer to my question he performs a completely incomparable solo
tapping a matchbox against his naked torso. We have no rehearsals but play with each other up until the concert:
Don, Naná, the saxophonist Gérard "Doudou" Gouirand, and myself. Naná's berimbau and my donso ngoni
are so closely related that it is incredibly easy to play together, and we do so deep into the cool night.
On the way back from the South of France, we drove through the mountains to the Paiste factory, where they made percussion instruments.
It turned out Paiste had a sponsorship deal with Don, so we were shown around the site. One room where people sat hammering out gongs
and cymbals was full to the brim with a hideous sound. In another room shown to us by the director, there was a gong so large it barely fit
between the floor and the ceiling. The director approached it with a club in his hand. "We tried to make a gong that has every sound,"
he stammered with a kind of reverence as he began to work on it - tenderly stroking, testing, listening, and brutally attacking it.
The gong responded with an enormous spectrum of sounds - we witnessed a dialogue between human and resounding metal.
It turned out Paiste had a sponsorship deal with Don, so we were shown around the site. One room where people sat hammering out gongs
and cymbals was full to the brim with a hideous sound. In another room shown to us by the director, there was a gong so large it barely fit
between the floor and the ceiling. The director approached it with a club in his hand. "We tried to make a gong that has every sound,"
he stammered with a kind of reverence as he began to work on it - tenderly stroking, testing, listening, and brutally attacking it.
The gong responded with an enormous spectrum of sounds - we witnessed a dialogue between human and resounding metal.
A photographer took a picture of Don, who in turn made a short positive statement, and then a couple of large gongs with stands
were loaded onto the bus and we drove further north through the hazy mountain landscape.
were loaded onto the bus and we drove further north through the hazy mountain landscape.
Once we arrived in Gothenburg, we pulled into the back of the City Theater, which has a row of small windows facing the parking lot.
Don, in his colorful clothes and Sami hat, set up the gong while I ran in and announced, "Now we are here! Now we are here!"
I rushed down the stairs and while Don played fanfares on his pocket trumpet, I struck the enormous instrument. It thundered.
All the little windows open and smiling, laughing faces looking out - the whole ensemble was happy, happy!
Don, in his colorful clothes and Sami hat, set up the gong while I ran in and announced, "Now we are here! Now we are here!"
I rushed down the stairs and while Don played fanfares on his pocket trumpet, I struck the enormous instrument. It thundered.
All the little windows open and smiling, laughing faces looking out - the whole ensemble was happy, happy!
How long had we been gone? I do not know. Nobody cared. We had come back safe and sound with a huge gong that would save the show.
We improvised the music, Don on the trumpet and various flutes and myself on donso ngoni, zither, and I don't know what else.
After Don and I recorded the music on tape, we left the project, but Sabu Martinez remained in the papier-mâché palm on stage,
where he would play the congas live each night. For whatever reason, I got to keep the gong indefinitely.
It was never used in the performance.
We improvised the music, Don on the trumpet and various flutes and myself on donso ngoni, zither, and I don't know what else.
After Don and I recorded the music on tape, we left the project, but Sabu Martinez remained in the papier-mâché palm on stage,
where he would play the congas live each night. For whatever reason, I got to keep the gong indefinitely.
It was never used in the performance.
Fragments on Bougouni, Gothenburg, Marrakesh, and New York
Pages 368-370
George Harrison
- Brainwashed
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Concert #1:
Friday, 4/5 @ 10:50p
This concert will be located inside "the Tube" (formally known as the Washington Avenue Pedestrian Bridge,
Building ID: 01-123.) Some parking can be found off of Cedar Avenue on S 2nd Street (there is a Courtyard Hotel there.)
Parking can also be found "west" of Cedar Avenue on 15th Ave S (kind of, like, behind Bullwinkle's.)
Meters are off at 10pm, so, concert time should help you find a free spot.
"Zone of Possible Parking" -- Image: Google Maps (2024)
When walking over, peeking into the Elmer L. Andersen Library can be rewarding.
See u in the Tube.
Edit: It occurs to me that you can, of course, access the location from the East Bank
as it is ... a bridge (lol.) I feel like parking close to the bridge on that side is a little harder
with how much ~ campus ~ there is ... but I reckon you could find free parking on
Oak Street and have a cool walk from there.
Alternatively, you could bike ... or rollerblade ... scooter ...
In fact, the most recent tunnel / bridge concert I played (in Seattle 11/2024),
Nick & Amanda wore their rollerskates / rollerblades and listened to the set
while traveling up and down the tunnel. The sound carries pretty far.
Boredoms - Super Roots 3
Albert Ayler - In Heart Only (Nuits de la Fondation Maeght)
Friday, 4/5 @ 10:50p
This concert will be located inside "the Tube" (formally known as the Washington Avenue Pedestrian Bridge,
Building ID: 01-123.) Some parking can be found off of Cedar Avenue on S 2nd Street (there is a Courtyard Hotel there.)
Parking can also be found "west" of Cedar Avenue on 15th Ave S (kind of, like, behind Bullwinkle's.)
Meters are off at 10pm, so, concert time should help you find a free spot.
"Zone of Possible Parking" -- Image: Google Maps (2024)
When walking over, peeking into the Elmer L. Andersen Library can be rewarding.
See u in the Tube.
Edit: It occurs to me that you can, of course, access the location from the East Bank
as it is ... a bridge (lol.) I feel like parking close to the bridge on that side is a little harder
with how much ~ campus ~ there is ... but I reckon you could find free parking on
Oak Street and have a cool walk from there.
Alternatively, you could bike ... or rollerblade ... scooter ...
In fact, the most recent tunnel / bridge concert I played (in Seattle 11/2024),
Nick & Amanda wore their rollerskates / rollerblades and listened to the set
while traveling up and down the tunnel. The sound carries pretty far.
Boredoms - Super Roots 3
Albert Ayler - In Heart Only (Nuits de la Fondation Maeght)
