Nonstaligic

Been off carbs for almost a week now. Almost. well, except that unforseen circumstance of brekkie with the big boss and starving at crema. It was still kept to the minimum. Ketosis has kicked in and so far the ketone measures are still turning purple upon contact. My goal to be at balance with my being. Those months of binging and irresponsibility made things worse - lethargy, bad hair, bad breath, yellowing enamel... ok, yellowed enamel, cracked lips, bulging torso, unbreathable pants and the list don't stop. The human condition seems to be a constant disintegration and decay. The fact that nothing we eat, even mostly mum's cooking, depending on your culture, may not even be the best option. I've learnt that we are basically poisoning ourselves - thus the degeneration we're getting day in day out.

So on a personal level, I made up my mind to stick to the guns. Not so much a vanity decision ... ok, yes, there's an element of it there, everyone's got it somehow... rather, it's really a mindset I am adopting. To balance the wheel I was constructing some months ago when I looked metaphorically at my life in general. Doesn't mean every single day will be good. But if I don't even apple a measure of discipline, how much little good can even get out there.

Anyway, just finished editing Alison Wedding's first set at Bennett's Lane. 56 minutes so far, with only 6 songs - that's what jazz takes - long form improvisation that fill long spaces of fillers. Long drum fills, solos. Overdraft guitar riffs, enduring bass transitions and there you go - a 15 minute version of the original. The first time I heard such a long draft was when Counting Crows did an 11 minute version of Round Here. So I guess jazz is not the only genre capable of inducing more than the average listener paid for.

I sound like I am almost bitching. Correct me here, but I think a few years ago, I wore an emblem that killed jazz before contact. Now, I am drawn like a fly to the light and defend it's cause and art. Somehow the core of the form is creeping into the lines I work along. Jazz has a way of clearing out the audio clutter in our heads. Writers do come to a road block every now and then consisting of over chewed over used formulas that wouldn't let go of it's stranglehold till you decide to give up altogether. Like frozen food, we're served daily portions of frozen processed packaged synthetic tunes assulating the conscious and the unconscious.

So days like these, I turn to the elite form of jazz, classical, even country. Yes, it's more elite than you give it credit for. In today's hum and madness, simple is good, streamline is essential.

In fact, my DJ company is streamlining. Something I've been looking forward to. In fact, I think it's time for a raise.

Powerbook is good.