Wednesday, September 27, 2006
What is in the water around here?
This was by far the most insane crowd on this tour:
|Sometimes the Sky's Too Bright |
by: Dylan Thomas
|Sometimes the sky's too bright,|
Or has too many clouds or birds,
And far away's too sharp a sun
To nourish thinking of him.
Why is my hand too blunt
To cut in front of me
My horrid images for me,
Of over-fruitful smiles,
The weightless touching of the lip
I wish to know
I cannot lift, but can,
The creature with the angel's face
Who tells me hurt,
And sees my body go
Down into misery?
No stopping. Put the smile
Where tears have come to dry.
The angel's hurt is left;
His telling burns.
Sometimes a woman's heart has salt,
Or too much blood;
I tear her breast,
And see the blood is mine,
Flowing from her, but mine,
And then I think
Perhaps the sky's too bright;
And watch my hand,
But do not follow it,
And feel the pain it gives,
But do not ache.
Got up at 4:30a.m. in Nashville;
Flew to Baltimore;
Two hour lay over,
Flew to Norfolk;
Waited in airport two hours;
Friend Jess picked me up (thanks)!
Went to venue and was happy to find a ping-pong and foozeball table in dressing room . . .
Took pictures of my bandmates and them of me:
As the rest of the Texas shows, it was a special night because a good number of friends and family came to see us, especially people from the valley. For example, I was surprised to see David Ramirez, a friend I grew up playing music with and someone I haven't seen in over two years. So, it's nice to encounter such people in midst of tour. These things bring even more meaning to me as we constantly make our way around the country. Thanks.
Thanks to Homer Rios from the RGV for bringing some tasty Mexican food from back home. Plus, it was cool to hang out with another homeboy Steve Salinas, with whom I ate some Mediterranean and talked about music, life, and old times.
Pictured below is Robert from Jonezetta. They blew it up that night in H-Town.
We do have only one star on our flag . . . so does Puerto Rico. I know PR is not a state, but a territory; regardless, those a some proud people . . . ask mi suegro, my father-in-law.
However, Texas does have a unique history, that is, once being its own country and also its being a part of Mexico. Its culture is diverse and so is the landscape (hills, deserts, beaches, big cities, etc); it may not as beautiful as other parts of the States, e.g. Oregon, Washington, and Tennessee (ha ha ha!). I'm sorry to admit. Nevertheless, I'm a proud Texan, and always will be.
Before the show, Darren and I hung out with Jason Hibdon, a good friend and our old monitor engineer. We went down to lower Greenville street and checked out some thrift stores. It was an interesting ride as Jason jerked us around in his little pick-up truck, as Texas as it gets.
As far as the show went, this was by far the most enjoyable Dallas show Mute Math has ever played. The Gypsy Ballroom was packed, and the crowd, as usual big D audiences go, showed big love.
My favorite part of the set came during the end of "Break the Same" when Darren took his bass drum off his kit, handed it to someone along the front row, jumped on top of it as people held him up, and he played his little clicky/clicky part. I was floored to see Darren doing his thing as he floated on the crowd. He was crushing them with not only his drums, literally, but with his charisma.
I think what makes for a great rock show, ultimately, is how closely the band can connect with the audience and take them to another place, preferably a higher/out-of-this-world experience.
At last night's show, I believe we made that special connection; sometimes the band can play all the right notes, make all the right moves, turn on all the right lights, and still nothing special happens if the audience isn't willing to go along for the ride; however, last night the crowd was with us all the way, displaying a vibrant energy and love for the music. They were amazing! We fed off it all night long.
According to Cain's, this venue was one of only the seven or so US dates the Sex Pistols played. Sid left his mark here by punching a hole in the wall, which is shown in this picture. They have taken that piece of dry-wall and framed it. This is just one of the many interesting things about this venue.
By the end of the night, I was feeling like this plate of veggies. My friends Roy Acuff and Alex Warren (fellow scholar and writer/legalist) shared in the joy of the night. Smiles bombarded the cool night in Tulsa. The dry air soothed our throats and cleared our minds for the next round of shows in Texas.
Hay tres variantes principales del complejo de la danza denominada rumba cubana:
- el Guaguancó, (La Habana)
- la Columbia, (Matanzas)
- el Yambú. (Matanzas)
La instrumentación para la rumba
incluye tres tumbadoras (la tumbadora es un tambor inventado
Dos de los tambores, (la tumbadora prima y el segundo o tres), marcan el ritmo básico; la tercera tumbadora llamada "quinto"(que se afina más alto), da los golpes improvisados, los floreos dirigidos a los bailarines.
Upon immediate glance, I explored the buildings' outsides, admiring the architechture and surrounding statutes, but when I stepped inside, I then felt a peace and calming effect. It was a serene place, with a circular fountain of sorts, endlessly moving holy water. The sound allow was enough to make me take a deep breath and relax. The smells of the old wood floors and burning candles brought calm to me in the midst of a busy tour and even more hectic city outside the four walls of the special sacturary.
I naturally dipped my hand into the bowl of holy water and made the sign of the cross on my forehead. I even genuflected without thinking about it, just unconsciously. This place was impressive to say the least. I sat down and just tried to become still. I meditated and prayed.
I thought of this prayer known as the "serenity prayer" -
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time; Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace; Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.
I walked out of the church with such a good vibe on my shoulders and
seemingly, nothing else. I tried to carry it on throughout the day and into the show.
I felt such a great energy and revitalization during the morning that I didn't wait to lose it; instead, I tried to retain it and pass it on to those around me, specifally via music. As I played the show, I wanted people to feel the vibrations of that serenity I felt today. Like a dub line from a Bob Marley song or tumbao from Cachao, I desired to translate that positive energy into the hearts and soul of everyone around me. Hopefully, it did.
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?
The sun above the mountain's head,
A freshening lustre mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.
There's more of wisdom in it.
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.
She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless--
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.
Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:--
We murder to dissect.
This was our second time playing at the Park West, and it was better this time around; that is, we didn't have prom to compete with. Anyway, with a lot of friends and family out at this show, it was difficult not to have a good time.
Dan's father helped us tremendously, from loading in to setting up lights. Dan brought the goods to this show and made his family proud. It's been great having an actualy light show. It really enhances the music and feeds a spectacular vibe into the venue. We are blessed to have someone work so hard for us, and someone who really loves what he does.
What was extraordinary about this show was the technical difficulties experienced prior our show. For one, all our lights were not working (due to faulty power hook-up) and the 1k bulb hanging over my head exploded (thankfully before I got on stage . . . I got up there to find broken glass everywhere). Secondly, Shiny Toy Guns and Jonezetta had a particularly hard time with sound since the house guy had no idea what he was doing. Both of them didn't have much of a monitoring system. I felt bad for them. I've been there before and it's a difficult place to be, especially when a sea of people are staring at you wanting and waiting for something great to happen. Hopefully, this will not be the case when we return.
The space inside has a majestical quality about it with the high ceilings, baroque-like murals, and shapely molding, even though I've heard a bit about its dirty past, namely, that it was a adult movie theater. Regardless, what was once a negative thing is now a positive one, and the vibe of this quaint venue inspires me every time we are here. (This was our third time.)
There were two lines for each show, and Darren made it out to draw amongst the crowd. He picked up some chalk and did his thing on the sidewalk.
He got stares and some love. Some Strokes' fans got in on the fun, and wrote Mute Math on the wall as Darren wrote The Strokes . . . then it got ugly when somebody wrote vs. in between. However, Darren fixed all that be drawing a heart instead.
Later, Darren and I took a walk over to a vegan restaurant and then, the mall; (this was the same wall in which I met Celso Fonseca's brother, at a brazilian restaurant, about a year and a half ago.)
I remembered there was a Virgin record store over there, and I wanted to see if our album was available.
When I found it immediately, I must admit that I was truly excited and happy. So. I took a picture.
Regardless, it's been therapeutic for me to keep up with this blog and take pictures. It's fun finding intersting things to capture, and look at them in a new light. I'm no photographer, but it's all in good fun. Plus, I'm able to take it all in, and enjoy these journeys, instead of being frustrated out here.
America has some beautiful scenery . . .
yellow flowers, dirty mountains,
tierra linda, tierra santa
Que pasa, Cortez . . . a donde vas? hoy me voy . . . to the oceans that do not exist . . . a las nubes que no existen tampoco.
I found this cool poem online: