Fleeting Designs is a special thank you to all the good people (and a couple of scoundrels) who helped me back on my feet after all my instruments were stolen this past spring. I had nothing new to offer them in gratitude, but I went to my stalled recordings bin to see if I could make an acceptable offering by polishing them up. A few of the tracks feature the musical talents of other instrumentalists, but it's mostly me arranging an accompaniment for myself and playing the tune on ukulele, at home, with no one waiting for it, and no one to please but myself.

I assumed it would take me couple of weeks.

I have been in love for years with the painting I used for the graphics. It was painted by Allegra Thompson, and it is used here with her kind permission. I marvel at the complexity of the moment she committed to the canvas.

I'm spending the day writing up the notes on these nineteen tunes. Expect them here by morning.

This video has been online for months, and after all this time I still want to watch it. Did I mention I spent my high school era afternoons cutting class and hiding out in the San Mateo Public Library? I kept track of every librarian working in the place, and yes, I had a favorite. Most of them suspected nothing. I know viewing this video returns me to that time in my youth. Nerds rule, especially in this video!



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_uzUh1VT98

Last Saturday Kurt and I were trying to think of things to play, not as yet shot and uploaded to YouTube by Pip. Pip has been at it for a long time and everything we think of to play is already up. So Kurt strated playing Good Vibrations and I told him to postpone it until Pip got back. We didn't have a chance to talk about it at all and I'm not sure how much of it we wrecked. But it sounds kind of good to me, stumbles and all. I'll try to figure out how to embed this video. I forgot how.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U8VCbW1ryls

Where have I been? I haven't been here on my very own blog much at all. There's a weird little party going on over at Facebook, and the back and forth here can't touch it.

A few months back I decided to get up every morning and record a ukulele instrumental before moving on to my daily chores, and I posted each one on Facebook as soon as I was done. It was nice to get feedback on it. (You know the "post a comment" links on each entry here? Nobody pays them much mind at all.)

Well, if you ever get out Facebook way, look me up. It's a pretty good place to shoot the breeze. I'll come back here now and then and leave some more bread crumbs.

I don't do it often, but this time, I goofed around with the young people loops a little. The tune, Siboney, is a Cuban classic by Ernesto Lecuona.

I was halfway through my two week hell of untreated sleep apnea when we did this shoot. Pip says he has a handful of instrumentals from this shoot waiting in the can for his attention.

BARACK OBAMA - They're Just Not That Into You!



Like Rachel Maddow said, "Dude, you could do so much better..."

I am nearly ready to admit that I am in the tank for Obama. I always hated that term, because it implied I was no longer paying attention, but I'm confronted by the evidence of my unreachable gone-ness. I just watched a five minute raw video of Barack Obama trying to get from one end of a Chicago lunch joint to the other, and I know I'm going to watch it again. Next time someone tells me I need my head checked, I'm going to give it more consideration.

While watching it all I could think of was this ad, which shows in our market all the time.

Wonkette ran a quickie about their blog's session with the non-Freudian analyst at typealyzer.com. I had to find out what it thought of my little blog. Ready?

The analysis indicates that the author of http://ukebox.blogspot.com is of the type:
ESTP - The Doers

The active and play-ful type. They are especially attuned to people and things around them and often full of energy, talking, joking and engaging in physical out-door activities.

The Doers are happiest with action-filled work which craves their full attention and focus. They might be very impulsive and more keen on starting something new than following it through. They might have a problem with sitting still or remaining inactive for any period of time.

Does this explain how crappy I am at updating regularly?

I hoped this would be funny, but I didn't expect to start crying. This sums up the whole last eight years for me.

I start getting proud of my music and I see stuff like this and get back to work.

Sorry so long since the last entry. I'm hunkered down with production on my new record, UKEBOX EXOTICA these days, and a few projects for clients. But Pip R. Lagenta, whose YouTube videos of raccoons and skunks in his kitchen have been embedded here, came down to Nabolom Bakery yesterday to catch some of our music in his magic box.

Kurt Stevenson on nylon string guitar picks out the Patsy Cline hit "Crazy" (4:50) from Willie Nelson's perfect pen. Later, on returning from our mid-point break, Don McClellan on dobro calls "Sand" (7:59). Don proves he knows his Jerry Byrd records, and I return the favor with a vocal as learned from Merv Griffin. Kurt gets back to the bandstand in time to take a spin with that melody, and Ed Johnson holds down the low end with his washing tub bass or "floor banjo." Finally I can't resist a tune Kurt taught me, "Sakuranbo" (2:36), from a Trio Los Panchos Lp.

If you're a glutton for punishment, Mister Lagenta has posted seven (!) of our songs there, including a couple in which Art Peterson of Those Darn Accordions makes a guest appearance. I hope you will let any fans of the electric ukulele know where to find these clips.

GRACEFUL AS THE WAVES OF THE OCEAN
LOVELY HULA PAWS


On a box dot net server I have uploaded files of music recordings I've made. The links to my music you find on the pages of this web log are on that server. This morning I was at box, looking at the download activity for my posted files, and I wondered who all those people might be. The comment level for my posts is hardly a puddle, but some tunes there have been downloaded hundreds of times. I hope you, dear reader, will send up a flare as you surf on by, and let me know just a bit about who was interested enough to download the music. Nothing at all personal is intended.
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Here's a YouTube of a young ocarina virtuoso who, apart from his recognizable expressivity, is entirely unknown to me. I admire this kind of finesse, although those cursed with perfect pitch may not wish to view the clip repeatedly.

I don't know the fellow, but I feel sure that were we to find ourselves together, strangers snowbound in an airport for a day, we would part with a wordless but deeply sympathetic understanding of each other and a couple hundred euros apiece in change. That's one ukulele player's reve du jour.

In the mid-seventies I was heading into my senior year at high school. My last campus tormentor had graduated in June, and I was looking forward to a year of not flinching and hiding. I watched my schoolmates coming out of band practice with their horns and drum gear, and looked down at my ukulele without a case. The Aragon High School jazz band had no use for a ukulele.

I was thinking about stealing a new last name, and imagining a future in journalism that was shaped more by romantic ideas of Herman Mankiewicz and H. L. Mencken than by anything possible in 1975. I had written for the school paper and now my oldest friend from first grade and two friends of his and I were starting an independent paper through school clubs. It was probably the apex of my being full of myself. Belated apologies to all who knew me.

Into this reflective time of stormy youth came illumination from the heart and soul of Leonard Bernstein, whose first ballet score, the jazzy, slangy Fancy Free, had been rattling around my head for a whole year. My local public tv station, KQED, was showing THE UNANSWERED QUESTION: Six Talks At Harvard on Saturdays in the second half of summer. I was not the same kid after the first talk, Musical Phonology.

The series is still available in hardcover, VHS, and DVD. It still turns me on, even in four minute chunks. One of those is below via YouTube.

Some have asked me about my "Lazy Bones" video posted at YouTube, wanting to know what I was thinking when I performed the tune in a recumbent pose. I am sure Perry Como would have seen nothing amiss in my approach. As evident in the clip above, he loves to bogey.

God bless Eugene Levy; here's hoping he's got a piece of the American Pie DVD action.

He sings pretty good. And Catherine O'Hara got her autoharp game on!

David Julian Gray at NPR got in touch late last year to report that he found my CD weeks before and bought it online. He said he'd like to pass them around and see if anyone else there got enthusiastic about it. It's hard to tell about genuine enthusiasm (a pretty reserved bunch by all accounts), but someone decided there was some good bumper music on the album. Here's a link to a page at NPR's site where you can see the tune used and follow a link to a player that will play a chunk of the music for you. I hope it helps more people find my music!

NPR Morning Edition music cues played on March 31, 2008

Friend of Friends of Old Puppy Galen A. Tripp has uninvited houseguests. Cute, though.

This weekend promises to be one filled with music played on the ukulele. This Saturday, March 15, after the weekly ten a.m. meeting of the Friends of Old Puppy at Nabolom Bakery in Berkeley, guitar hand Kurt Stevenson and I will decamp for a duet recital at the new Down Home Music Store (formerly Hear Music) from three until five p.m. We're there to promote my CD of ukulele instrumentals, UKEBOX. Come on by and check out Chris Strachwitz's new bundle of retail joy. :^)

On Sunday, March 16, Kurt will accompany me for a duet recital at Da Silva Ukuleles in Berkeley from seven thirty until nine thirty p.m. Admission is fifteen dollars (sliding).

I've added a link to an mp3 of Kurt and me as we take stock of "Chi Mi Frena" from Donizetti's "Lucia Di Lammermoor." I think the fact that Kurt learned the song from a Shirley Temple movie is somehow evident in his interpretation.

Chi Mi Frena - Kurt Stevenson and Steven Strauss

SWEENEY FLOYD

"Attend the tale of Sweeney Floyd
Of seven seasons he enjoyed
And though the series was not renewed
He left all the scenery properly chewed..."

Thanks to Cynthia Strauss for sharing this with me, Kerry Parker for sending it to her, and Nina Feldman for including it in her humor distribution. Genius shall be rewarded - with multiple postings.

Tim Fox doesn't really look like this, but he seems to like it better than his actual appearance. I can relate.

He hired me to play bass in his jazz quintet last year at the Hillside Club, and I just found out that there's a recording of my vocal turn posted on the 'net, through the courtesy of the man who put together the concert and engineered the audio, the spectacular Bruce Koball.

My song for Tim Fox

Here's the Hillside Club's writeup for the gig.

Dangerous Rhythm
In Concert
Friday, 19 January 2007 at 8:00 pm

The Berkeley Hillside Club is proud to present DANGEROUS RHYTHM in concert. This group of virtuoso players is a marvelous musical experiment performed to answer an intriguing "what if" question. Join us in the acoustically- wonderful Hillside Club for this evening of musical mischief.

What would swing have become had it not turned into bop? This is the musical premise behind guitarist Tim Fox's group, DANGEROUS RHYTHM. Playing mostly original compositions and the occasional not-so-moldy oldie, this group will get your toes tapping, your heart pumping, and your mind racing. Veteran bassist and vocalist Steven Strauss (Penelope Houston, the Hot Club of San Francisco, Old Puppy), vibraphonist and aspiring ukulelist, Gerry Grosz, accordionist extraordinary, Dan Cantrell (The Toids, Peoples Bizarre, Tom Waits), and percussionist Brian Rice (the Paul Winter Consort, Mike Marshall's Chôro Famoso, Wake the Dead, the pickPocket Ensemble) complete the group.
It's Twenty-First Century Swing, folks. Accept no substitutes.

Read my old post about Bruce Koball here.