Monday, August 1, 2016

Everything That Is Good (Good) comes To An End (Bad.)

Yes, yes, all you professional types with your "jobs" and "schedules" and "lives to lead" and what ever other problem you have, causing you wonder why the delay in finishing this blog already--take your professional person problems, prosper from them, enjoy your life with the surplus capital generated from them and all the accelerated, accentuated rights said surplus capital confers upon the holder, but be not confused! You can't goose me along any quicker!

Look, I want to finish this blog about as much as I wanted the tour to end, which was not at all.

A graduate from the prestegious Princeton Divninity school once said to me that it is through "this music" and through "this music" only that he could enjoy a "present moment."  I for one don't know what "present moment" means but I do know I feel a lot better when I am making end-of-the-world sounds with so-called Ms. Virginia Genta and Mr. David Vanzan.  That said, turning cans of cat food so they all face the same direction is a close second.

But alas, there is a new writing project on the horizion, and since multi-tasking is boolshit, it really is time to cinch this one shut and, along with a heavy rock, throw it into Lake Okanagan, with the rest of the incinerated capitalism excrement.


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 The fun began at the Alice Coltrane Memorial Coliseum.

What can I (or you) say?  A slice of ol' Portland, still throbbing right there in North Portland, amidst towers and temples dedicated to food excellence and the profit margin to be enjoyed therein.

There we grooved mightily to the sounds of Fiasco.

Groovy, right?  Sadly no video was taken by I.  Happily, there's plenty here taken by more responsible videographers than I.

That evening the Jooklo Zappa Fruti Tutti Torta was accompanied by the one and only Arrington de Dionyso!  Check it!

The next day, was a super secret (and again, poorly documented) recording session with the gang from Smegma!

Fortunately, the most important facet of the whole music / touring experience was
documented.  Just a little something Jackie whipped up for the gang, no big deal....

Speaking of the gang, how about those hydrangeas?

I am given to understand that the above gang did in fact commit an amount of music to some sort of recording medium.  I got one of the files; when put into Audacity (tm) the audio topography looked a lot like the geography of Saskatchewan.  But I'm no audio engineer.  Enquire of your local Smegma and/or Jooklo for more information.  A wonderful session to be sure.  I MEAN, LOOK AT THAT PHOTO?  WHAT'S NOT TO LIKE?

Was it the next day we went for a walk in the park?

There again, total peace under G-d's green canopy.  Selah!

For a moment there, things got squiggly with the travel plans.  Was the Jooklo's SF ride going to show?

Of course the Jooklo's ride was going to show.  What is this, amateur hour?

The more legitimate question is if Mr. Pulitzer Prize over here was going to document the show himself, for this blog he was writing.  Naturally, the answer is no.  That is not to say the show did not get documented.  It did, on a very nice camera, that shoots at 1gig of memory per second, or something like that.  Apparently there are a few terabytes (TB) worth of footage (about a minute and a half) on a hard-drive somewhere between Portland, USA and Kigali, Rwanda (really!)  Please stand by.

And with that, upon the death of the evening's sparse though spirited applause at the lovely Turn! Turn! Turn!, so also died a mindset and mission.  So also died a glorious voyage of music making; a time of question asking, and occasionally not question asking, but getting answers anyway.

As we walked away from the smouldering, groaning heap that was the Jooklo-Zappa tour of the left part of North America, hope was born that the Jooklos could return to Portland for a more extended stay.  Perhaps some time between November and February, when Portland is at it's most hospitable and it's people are at their best.

There was talk of the Jooklos leading an (the?) Orchestra di Freakabastia right there in the city of roses.  A short audition, a small fee, a week of rehearsals, make some merch, rent a space, spray some sound at people, hang with the Jooklos, drink Miller Light from cans (David's favourite beer) after the show, enjoy memories for a life time.

So all you super pro-active freaks of Portlandia and beyond, CLAP CLAP--make it so!  All you microphone and analog reel to reel dorks--dust of your gear, we have a box set of LP's to make.  Because if there's one thing I learned from the Jooklos (well, mostly Virginia) is if you can dream it, you (or someone else) can do it!

T H E   E N D.

(ps, blog disappearing in T minus 10, 9, 8,....)