Tonight is the premiere of Maria’s production of “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf” at Onassis Cultural Center. Also Maria’s birthday. Tomorrow I start my German tour. That’s all of it.
Not George and Martha. Maria and I at the Onassis Cultural Center during rehearsals for her production of “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Set up for rehearsal with Tilemachos for our German winter tour, 2008.
So glad I got all these pedals on my pedaltrain nano+ pedal board.
Had a tooth pulled. Not that many left.
Tascam has always provided quality recording gear for musicians with restricted budgets. Everyone, in other words. Tuxedomoon learned how to record on Teac gear. This company has stood by me all my life. This microphone is especially great for vocals.
Tear gas in the air tonight. The annual police/anarchist exhibition match is in progress
No complaints today. Life is good.
At least we didn’t wake up to a burning Reichstag. Blue enough for now.
All souls day in Mexico. Two prominent souls from our story 2014 in Vevey, Switzerland.
Art, I have come to believe, is an existential praxis. The primary goal should be an effort by the artist to gain insight into his or her own being through work with systems of meaning. These are either material objects, ideas, or frequencies of sound and light. In an ideal world, artists would be supported by society in the manner that Hindu society supported sadhus on their spiritual quest. There.
Blaine L. Reininger
In any society, the artist has a responsibility. His effectiveness is certainly limited and a painter or writer cannot change the world. But they can keep an essential margin of non-conformity alive. Thanks to them the powerful can never affirm that everyone agrees with their acts. That small difference is important.
Working on a piece for piano and violin called “Beat me up, Scotty”
Took it in for repairs and upgrades. Now reinstalling everything. Ay.
Mailing my ballot. Straight ticket Democrat voting. Trump begone.
Zehn tausend Deutscher in Heraklion Flughafen