Strangely enough impressionism first showed up in the funkscapes of Herbie Hancock after "headhunters,"  although foreshadowed in vibratoless Miles with, often, mute.   The terminus of Romanticism in the dissolution the dissolving of common practice harmony and the "emancipation of the consonance" in Ravelian pulse and Debussyan wave is a "groove" of its own:  a sea groove of wind and wave.   In between Jazz from WW2 until the analogous kinds of discoveries by McCoy Tyner and his band mates, Jimmy Garrison. Elvin. And the tenor man, who paved the way for Ponty and his Violin.   Tyner, Tenor, and the boys.   These guys were the Debussys of post war, 1964.   And now, while sex drugs and rock and roll gives way to hormones, gender and ... did we decide "punk." (?) And the autismaticity of jerky jerky klutzy New Wave. Who's the impressionism of our day?   We have to go all the way back to the comeback, well, not exactly kids.   The two, th...

  Hopi Hippo.   Kawayo:  Why, Yucca? Yucca, why?    

...   Looks maxxxing ...                                                                 'de la Ware'   ...  it started with wonderment at the fact that a certain Indian tribe had turned up in Oklahoma. As it happens, it was nothing to do with the Oklahoma tribe, but the Pied Piper of Tucson dumped the (unburied) bodies along "Pontatoc" road so why not?   More confusion.   As it happens, a silly post on Silly Linguistics on face book revealed how rotten knowledge is in the permission sector as we might have called it. And with this we return to more inside allusiveness, less of the anyone can scroll it and know it stuff. Back to how ... speaking of which, the blog first posted things to itself in July 2014 ...       I can't even ask why I can't even ask why google is doing this un...

 ...   The Hero's Journey:  "do the work."                                             A hero in his own story.   My story, that I told to myself was this:  there were two parties, two ways to go, two roads, branching off from the one.   One way, was the way of tender-mindedness, consideration for humanity, humaneness. We all know, we who were educated prided ourselves on it, that it was only a noble mountain of lies. A mound of lies. A mouthfull of non-truths. But they were kind lies.  White lies.  The thin bright dusting of the snow of consideration for other people's feelings, and all pervaded through with the Buddhist precept of "right speech."    The effect on society, mood, attitude, spread a little kindness. That was our gauge.  We had known (they were very old) the Lost Generation.  A generation of sons of bitc...

  It’s a bizarre little quirk of contemporary left politics – people simultaneously believe that many crimes shouldn’t be prosecuted and that we should always work to reintegrate even the worst offenders into society, but if you violate any of the arcane language norms of 21st-century liberalism, you can never be redeemed.   First , the state of the "Art," some Trump era AI "slop" (we must for some reason probably Trump's porcine demeanor  call it "slop):               It can be found as I found it, in a blog post here . In the form of a book review, and as I saw it first, a comment:       The architecture is barbaric, the leader himself was cruel in the kindest assessment, but the disease was not as had been diagnosed (even in the perspicacity-bearing comment) a "feature" or "quirk" of left, or even far left, or even politics. It's a superstition of the most self-describedly and perceived generally liberal. T...

   The subject is the funeral pyre for the immortal Hercules ...           Jolly old England, merry, or wherever it be ...       ... ever so much more ...   

        "Sex, drugs, and Rock and Roll" was preceded by, and yes, ultimately it too was a delusion, by another:   "Love, Novels ("Romances"), and a musician was ...     Liszt,  Paganini, or even ... Chopin.   Sex, Drugs, and a musician was ...   Whoever, if not born black, could pass themselves off as "black" through enormous effort, self-discipline, and unswervingly steadfast application.   Which brings us to Punk, and I think of "Goth" as Perotin and Leonin and the Codex Calixtinus of Santiago de la Compostela. But I defer to Doctor Az ... who says it was ... well, something else. But a musician is:   A musician is whoever says they're a musician.   And that about sums up the whole phenomenon.