The key to motivation is determining goals. If your objective is to make more money, always go with the butcher. But if your goal is to make something you enjoy and share it, then think about statistics. So many blogs out there, will mine ever take off? Behind statistics, there is a complex reality to deal with: no need to worry and to get all uptight, because someone is taking care of the situation. There is no safety in numbers; to some people, we are just statistics. Looking at life from a probability perspective may be a nice angle. What are the odds to heal from a cancer (perhaps)? My goal is to reduce apathy. I’m a skilled musician and therefore, a skilled human being. Yesterday, I was looking for some material and I listened to a song Nirvana covered: “who needs action when you got words?” This strange climate (degraded oceanic) has produced lots of wonderful artists, like in Seattle, a seaport city on the west coast of the United States.
Secret service, what could they do? Here’s a lesson: never mess with and/or abuse ripples in the curvature of spacetime. While I was trying to save the world, my friends got bored and laid. Fantasy is about compromise: amazing promise!
Please Mr Postman, the Song
“The Jody Grind” is a 1966 recording by the Horace Silver Quintet. Released the following year on his longtime label Blue Note, it peaked No. 8 of the Billboard jazz album charts. As one of his “groove-centered” recordings it would “wind up as possibly the most challenging”, Steve Huey writes on Allmusic, and gave “one of the most under-appreciated” of Silver’s albums 4½ stars. The version I showcase is taken from Love and Peace: A Tribute to Horace Silver, a 1995 studio album by Dee Dee Bridgewater, recorded in tribute to Horace Silver. Silver’s contributions were recorded on December 1, 1994. Bridgewater’s performance earned her a Grammy nomination for Best Jazz Vocal Album.
Dee Dee Bridgewater performs 13 of Horace Silver’s songs on her very well-conceived release. On most selections she is accompanied by her French quintet, but there are also two guest appearances apiece for organist Jimmy Smith and pianist Horace Silver (“Nica’s Dream” and “Song for My Father”). Bridgewater uplifts Silver’s lyrics, proves to be in prime form, and swings up a storm. Other high points include “Filthy McNasty,” “Doodlin’,” and “Blowin’ the Blues Away.” A gem. Jody is the derivative of an African-American work song about Joe de Grinder, a devilish ladies’ man who is at home making time with the soldier’s girlfriend while the soldier is stuck in the war.
Written by Horace Silver in 1966 and recorded by Dee Dee Bridgewater and her orchestra in 1994, this song was an ode to opportunism and the need to relax. The album, which is a tribute to Silver, was deemed a gem and earned a Grammy nomination. Bridgewater was largely overlooked in the jazz world in the 1980s. Themes include opportunism, anxiety, dark humour and fidelity.
Dee Dee Bridgewater (born 1950) is an American jazz singer. She is a three-time Grammy Award-winning singer-songwriter, as well as a Tony Award-winning stage actress. For 23 years, she was the host of National Public Radio’s syndicated radio show JazzSet with Dee Dee Bridgewater. She is a United Nations Ambassador for the Food and Agriculture Organization. One of the best jazz singers of her generation, Dee Dee Bridgewater had to move to France to find herself. She performed in Michigan during the ’60s and toured the Soviet Union in 1969 with the University of Illinois Big Band. In 1986, she recorded a song with Ray Charles called “Precious Things” and it was a beautiful duet.
Due to erratic records and a lack of direction, Bridgewater was largely overlooked in the jazz world by the time she moved to France in the ’80s. She appeared in the show Lady Day and at European jazz festivals, and eventually formed her own backup group. By the late ’80s, Bridgewater’s Verve recordings started to alert American listeners to her singing talents. Her 1995 Horace Silver tribute disc (Love and Peace) was a gem, and resulted in the singer extensively touring the U.S, reintroducing herself to American audiences. She found even more success with another tribute album, Dear Ella, which won a Grammy in 1997. This Is New, released in 2002, featured Bridgewater singing Kurt Weill songs.
Back to Bedlam, aka Almeria
Don’t know if I’m heaven or hell bound. This is old: existentialist questions will give us nausea for sure. What I know for sure is making the best of the situation will make us insane. The solution is not lose, although I’m afraid to discover the goal of that game.
Do I make you dizzy whispering on my blog? Solving problems in front of 200,000 people can be a bit overwhelming at first. I guess the interesting part is the path (that no-one went). No need to worry and to get all uptight. As soon as we’re born we start crying; so we might as well remember to take an umbrella in case it’s raining. Little bug, have a heart! I have one, it’s a sunny one: I’m sorry old man but the temperature is too low in winter in order not to experience injustice. I hear you: make the best of the situation, before you go insane. Words of love and peace are all I’m looking for and, permit me to soak up the sun a bit. Jesus doesn’t want me for a sunbeam! If I want to find a job at Almeria, I have to reduce apathy and not give in: adapt or die, justice for all, don’t lose your balance, soon it might be over. I could come up with a lot of mantras! But the disease has a lot of excuses also: maybe that illness is a positive one after all! I seem to be experienced, so experienced that I forgot to be lucid.
Keep on trying, tread that fine line. Perhaps this is serious and the doctor made me ill and offered to help me. My influences include the worst criminals of the 20th century, and the best musicians since 1945.
From afar, I can’t find a compromise yet that will allow me to get back on the balanced life train. In Lebanon, we spend a lot of time dealing with post-traumatic stress disorder, also known as “uhu, yeah!” What I mean by that interjection is: unprepared, helpless and unexpected. And then, you go to the doctor and he says: “yeah!” If literature is about crime, how come all those songs talk about love? From my point of view, there are crossroads in life: you are sure to fall down on your knees and it’s normal. But the direction should always be rest and digest. And if a change is as good as a rest, then that blog could turn into a fashion blog.
Let’s make sure it’s a restorative rest. “That old man is finished” used to say Marco Materazzi to Zinedine Zidane during the 2006 World Cup Final; and that’s why Zidane got ejected, because he lost his temper, even though he was a skilled and experienced player. The more I think about it, the more I think my torturer is just an old man, afraid to step back. He is an old man who spends a lot of time trying to justify the unjustifiable. He wants to protect what’s left of his dignity and identity, but I need to eliminate all that rust that makes me lose credibility, even on topics like music that I have been practicing for 20+ years. Yes, this disease is so serious that even 20+ years of music might not help.
Before you know it, you have knee problems. You can’t always lose; of course, do you want to play that game? It seems so silly that I skipped a part about love and the puppet masters.
Take my heart but if you think I can’t feel it, you’re wrong. We’re sure to be on our knees with that climate. Since 2001, it seems obvious that danger is everywhere. Snipers started to shoot random people and, if you don’t pay attention, you will end up with a bullet in the head. Who needs action when you got words? With that verse, I saw a rainbow; maybe even an aurora borealis. An aurora, sometimes referred to as polar lights, northern lights (aurora borealis) or southern lights (aurora australis), is a natural light display in the Earth’s sky, predominantly seen in the high latitude (Arctic and Antarctic) regions.
Auroras are produced when the magnetosphere is sufficiently disturbed by the solar wind. The resulting ionisation and excitation of atmospheric constituents emits light of varying colour and complexity. Aurora came from the Latin word for “dawn, morning light”, since auroras were formerly thought to be the first light of dawn. I wanna quit the weird! Do you realise you won’t have access to these strange thoughts that could be beneficial to someone one day? I mean, why worry and get all uptight? I know Jody is doing his job when I’m on strike. Speaking of strike and luck, make sure to check one of my friends’ project “Luck on Strike“: he’s right, you can’t always lose!
Remember there’s a lot of gray and beware. Soon, I will be selling records in a small shop in Beirut, Paris or Baltimore. Whatever I am, you made me and revenge will surely come. It’s what you don’t do that best defines you.
The first symptoms of that illness appeared in 1994, when I lost a friend in an accident. Baby, I’m grieving. When I get my balance back, I will show some control because panic station is the kind of place to make you feel one stop away from hell. My audience knows what is my intention: I’m trying to make a living with a diary in front of 200,000 people. We can work it out! Of course, it’s a blessing and some curse; along with sunshine, there is summer rain. At the crossroad, make sure to rest and digest, a very basic function of humanity.
I’ve studied my enemy very carefully, and he seems to be an old man, collecting stamps. One day he’s a warrior, the next he’s a young boy riding his bicycle. I don’t know where I’m going, because it’s grey outside. 300 days of sun a year is a nice alternative, now that I spent 20 years with music. You’ll never be a twist in my sobriety; I know you got to sell, and now you have no soul. The minute I was asked to send rice to Somalia, that was the day I should have told my parents: I wanna leave this place and go back to Lebanon. And now, Jody is still laughing and maybe crying a bit. Suspicious minds they’re talking: a cynic, an egoistic, and an inquisitor. I wonder what would be the discussion exactly. Imagine and you will succeed.
Touching many hearts along the way; it must be an illusion but I feel my audience is starting to get bored. Maybe it’s time I speak about what I know (let’s hope I won’t be bored and I will get laid). It makes you insane, and it’s bending the truth.
Must be some kind of way out of here, said the cynic to the egoistic. Too much dehumanisation here, I can’t imagine how that blog will affect humanity. No reason to get excited, inquisitor he vaguely spoke; there are many here among us, who feel corruption is them, not us. In Europe, the Earth is crying but Heaven is smiling. I really hope so, because I’m that close of destroying Europe once and for all. They told me I should stop dancing, and my answer was: “I would if I could”. When I hear that beat, I can’t control my body: groove is in the heart! Against all odds, I’m starting to find a pace that will allow me to publish posts several times a week. I do hope to make a living out of this blog, after all I have been through: war, torture, enslavement, persecutions on political, racial and religious grounds. What other inhumane acts should I think of? Organ trafficking maybe? Any ideas on your side?
If you liked that post or more generally my blog, don’t forget to go to my about page for details on “like, share, comment and donate”. In other words, this sounds serious and I was a victim of circumstances. They lie so much that it must be worth investigating and not give in to apathy.
If you are a sailor,
A soldier, or marine,
Well Jody’s got your woman
When you’re not on the scene.
No need to worry
And to get all uptight.
Jody’s treatin’ her good tonight.
All you other fellas
Just treat your woman right.
‘Cause Jody’s steady hittin’
When you’re out of sight.
No need to worry
And to get all uptight.
Jody’s treatin’ her good tonight.