Here is Carl Orff’s “O Fortuna”, the opening piece from Carmina Burana.

This is a theme I came up with back in, let’s see…1990. I hadn’t actually practiced it in about twenty years (not that it needs practice, it’s kind of a make it up as you go thing). The Moog was stashed in a suitcase pretty much the whole time, and the Rhodes probably wasn’t set up for more than a few months off and on. I simply had no place to play.

Now I’ve got my little recording studio, I can start working through the backlog of tunes that I used to have, but that never got recorded. Enjoy!

What…did someone say the lolcats craze is over? When was that? I’d have sworn it was the next big thing!

Why have you killed me again?

Okay. NOW, it’s over.

This is kind of a placeholder for a post I’d been planning about Jack Pierce. Jack and I crashed a big party at the Tualatin Country Club. Or rather, I crashed the party and Jack got someone to buy his ticket. So I wanted to tell that story. It was a rare case where I showed myself brave, and didn’t end up getting beaten half to death. In fact, some rich dudes bought me drinks.

I also want to tell Jack’s story. Jack is physically repulsive. Jack is falsely accused. Jack is crazy. Jack is tragic.

Jack is also gone. I don’t expect to see him again. He left a bunch of crap in my yard. Sometime I’ll write about it.

Jack, asleep in the cold