Not to try to come off like an attention whore, I will ad a blog for today rather than start a new on. Today I was listening to some Iraqi fusion, and I was tempted, no I was conviced to pick up somehting and try to mess around. I picked up the nearst instrument; my semi-hollow and began fiddling aorund with eth Hungarian-Gypsy scale. I began to think "man, all those tonalities and stuff I hadn't evben scrathed the surface with. All the ragas, maqaam melodies, modes scales ect." I hadn't felt that liberated in a while. I began imagining my life-long vision: Middle-Far Eastern scales combinied with all the American traditional jazz I had studied. I thought about how my group would sound. The players, strings, winds ect. I quickly grabbed my Jamey Aebersold book of exotic and foreign scales and patterns and looked at all the notes. "All the possibilities man, rhythmically, melodically, harmonically ect. A worldy-sound with superimposed ideas, cross rhythms, self-communication, call and response ect." I put the guitar down and, as fucking usual-stiffness and pain. I began to listen to Bjork and thought "it's Icelandic food week, where can I get some sheep's head, skate or shark meat?"
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