With A Mirror In My Hand / And My Eyes Burned In The Fire / Drunk On Self Deception / And Punished By Desire / Leaping Directly Into A Bright White Sea / I’ll Keep Myself Breathing / And I’ll Swallow The Sound / Of Freedom
Yesterday I announced to my wife that I had given up on life. She looked at me and quickly asked, “What does that mean?” I responded from the hip, “It means I’m taking the summer off.”
It’s a relief to have left Susan in charge of everything for a while. Although with that said, I did agree to drop off and pick up our kid—and go fishing of course.
In the meantime, this combination of heat, fog, smoke, and haze has gone to my brain and shortened my patience. I’m in full “June gloom.” Funny, any time of I hear the word “gloom” I’m transported to the ’80s and the desire to date a hot goth girls. Gloom would not be somewhat cool if it weren’t for those strange but sexy pale chicks and the uneasy feeling I’d get when asking myself the question, “How am I going to get this goth chick to go out with me?”
What a strange trip parenting is. Not that I’m a huge fan of Hallmark holidays, but Fathers Day? I’ll take it.
Why not—being a dad is likely the coolest and craziest thing I’ve ever done. Fatherhood sure ain’t easy, but there is rarely not a day when at least one of my kids leads me to moments of bliss or revelation, but don’t get me wrong—being a parent can often times be a frustrating pain in the ass.
And I dare say, my 2 are like wild flowers. It’s not at all easy growing indoors—so maybe on Sunday the 21-year-old will text me from her European travels and our little dude will be happy with what I make him for breakfast.
It makes a long time man feel bad / Yeah, it makes a feel so bad / Sometimes I hear you call my name / In the dead of the night, yeah
Yep, some days I feel like a “long time man.” Well, that’s because maybe I am, or soon to be. I’m not a prisoner, as referred to in the old prison song, but there’s a saying, “the road narrows.”
Today marks several occasions and “road signs,” a couple of which I will not write about. I have my superstitions. All I will say is one is a miraculous accomplishment and the other one is a bit touch and go. One thing I will mention with great joy, today in this canyon and much of LA—it’s the last day of school!
Runnin’ to-and-fro – hard workin’ at the mill. / Never fail in the mail – yeah, come a rotten bill! / Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business. / Too much monkey business for me to be involved in! / Salesman talkin’ to me – tryin’ to run me up a creek. / Says you can buy now, gone try – you can pay me next week, ahh!
Pay phone – something wrong – dime gone – will hold / I ought to sue the operator for spinning me a tale- ahh! / Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business. / Too much monkey business for me to be involved in!
This week’s Idelic Hour has Harambe in mind. The 450 lb. gorilla was gunned down in the Cincinnati zoo after a three-year old boy fell into his cage. What a fucking drag it must be to be a monkey in a cage. Harambe at seventeen was the gorilla equivalent of a 54 year old dude.
Imagine being trapped in a prison surrounded by humans who are more interested in the triggers of their AR-15s than watching their children. (Idelic fans remember The Who in Cincinnati.) I’m sure poor Harambe was thinking, “What is this child doing in the this gross puddle of water? Let me try to help him. But these clumsy old fucking prison hands?”
And he said / “Who are you to go against the word of my father? And / Who are you? the scum of the earth” / No we are just we are just we are just teens of style / Oh we are just we are just we are just teens of style
There were people getting drunk, there were people getting high / They were falling to pieces right before my eyes / And I said “mmhmm” a lot (mmhmm)
And there was one guy there who kept asking me how does it are you sure feel and I / Didn’t even you don’t want to know how to talk about begin to answer what you’re / Experiencing that question and I just said so I just said no I don’t want to talk about it
So there I was, just another shitbag civilian / Afraid of the cops when I was outside, afraid of my friends when I was inside / And I grew tired of the scene / And then my dad showed up
May 26th, this Friday of Memorial Day Weekend is indeed special, a day of joy and reflection. Well, it’s the anniversary of the day I asked my wife out. Seems odd we’d celebrate “the Friday” rather than the day the wedding bells rang but then again, how magical is a chance rendezvous that changes the course of people’s lives?
Sunshine, sunshine is that a cloud across your smile / Or did you dream again last night / It’s best you rest inside a while / As blue doesn’t seem to suit you right / Things ain’t what they used to be / I say pain and rain and misery / Illness in the family / And sunshine means a lot to me, I say sunshine
This Friday finds me in the “Sunshine State” visiting my dad Kenny who recently lost his sprawling New York City apartment only to be trapped by the heat and humidity in a condo surrounded by prescription pills and luggage.
It’s not bad or depressing here but it will take your Idelic host this hour of song to shake my blues. The truth is that I’ve never been a Miami kind of guy. I don’t sniff white powder, wear white shoes or shirts, and I don’t understand spanish soap operas.
On May 26, the legendary Miles Davis would have turned 90 years old. To commemorate his birthday, Columbia/ Legacy will release Everything’s BeautifulMay 27, smartly crafted collection of songs produced by Robert Glasper. The record blends a diverse group of master takes and outtakes from across Davis’ Columbia catalog with an impressive lineup of contemporary artists and musicians to create original interpretations.
“I didn’t want to do just a remix record,” Glasper noted when discussing the 11-song set. “My idea was to show how Miles inspired people to make new art.”
Realizing that “Miles didn’t have one audience,” Glasper recruited a legion of guest artists to add to the magic of the project including familiar collaborators like R&B musicians Erykah Badu, Ledisi, Bilal, and KING. They are joined by British soul singer-songwriter Laura Mvula, hip-hop producer Rashad Smith, Grammy-nominated Australian neo-soul quartet Hiatus Kaiyote, rapper/ singer Phonte, rapper/ producer Illa J, jazz guitarist John Scofield who was in Miles Davis’ band, and the legendary Stevie Wonder.
“I am living in the spirit of Miles when I am doing what I’m doing because I am documenting my time period. I’m documenting what’s around me. I’m documenting who I am now, where music is now,” notes Glasper.
I really love you and I mean you / The star above you, crystal blue / Well, oh baby, my hairs on end about you
I wouldn’t see you and I love to / I fly above you, yes I do / Well, oh baby, my hairs on end about you
Floating, bumping, noses dodge a tooth / The fins a luminous / Fangs all ’round the clown / Is dark below the boulders hiding all / The sunlight’s good for us / ‘Cause we’re the fishes and all we do / The move about is all we do / Well, oh baby, my hairs on end about you
This Friday the 13th has me dreaming deeply. As I recall, the night before last featured my ex-roommate’s orange ’70s Porsche and a sudden gigantic explosion on the horizon? FTW?
Amame dos veces, nena / amame dos veces hoy / amame dos veces, chica / me estoy llendo lejos / amame dos veces chica / Una para mañana una para tan solo hoy / amame dos veces / me estoy llendo lejos…
As I sit to write, it’s deep into the night of Cinco De Mayo. Honestly I was pretty moody until I had tacos for lunch yesterday. It’s funny how a simple thing like a song or plate of tacos can teleport me to serenity. Props to the Candela Taco Bar on La Brea for keeping the old family tradition of the “cinco celebration” alive. The Candela’s warmth and hot sauce flipped my day.
This week the Idelic Hour is celebrating “el cinco” as well. In many ways it’s a predictable theme for the hour’s playlist.
The 11th Annual ASCAP “I Create Music” EXPO kicked off last weekend at the Loews Hollywood Hotel in Los Angeles. The event opened with ASCAP’s Annual Membership Meeting featuring an introductory performance by OMI, singing his worldwide chart-topping hit, “Cheerleader.”
President and award-winning songwriter Paul Williams also spoke about being a songwriter, and ASCAP’s role in improving songwriters’ livelihoods through Capitol Hill advocacy, while ASCAP CEO Elizabeth Matthews shared the news of ASCAP’s crazy $1 billion plus revenue.
EVP Membership John Titta hosted two stellar performances and short discussions—first with the songwriting power trio of Chris DeStefano, Brett James, and Priscilla Renea performing their hit “Somethin’ Bad” (Miranda Lambert and Carrie Underwood), written at an ASCAP SongCamp.