Viva Italia!

Stage before the gig in Cagliari

Reporting from a van somewhere on the island of Sardinia.  Italy is truly the most wondrous of places in a hundred different ways.  Working air conditioning is not one of them.  Very fun gig last night, though, double bill with Hiromi, Anthony Jackson and Steve Smith.  I begged the stage hands to go out there and tell her to slow down, but they refused… Read more!


Report from Rotterdam

View from behind my rig as NorthSea's giant hall fills up

Usually when we travel around Europe, especially northern Europe, the breakfast buffet is quiet like a library.  Breakfast buffets are almost always included in the room over here, and some are really quite nice.  But the patrons seem to have little to nothing to say to their breakfast partner and not to appreciate that they’ve arrived at a station in life where they could, if they wanted, eat croissants with jelly until they threw up.  It’s like instead of asking for the Grey Poupon, they discreetly write it on a note and give it to the Grey Poupon provider.  Then we show up.  And we are LOUD relative to the room;  we’re there to crack each other up over our croissants.  So when you get probably the largest concentration of jazz musicians in the world together for a few days, breakfast at the hotel is LOUD like a jet engine, with every table pretty much just bellowing away on some funny story or another.
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Chapter 4: We have taken Stockholm

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Well, first off, let’s start with the REALLY BIG NEWS:  For everyone who’s ever been mean to me, or hurt my feelings, or ripped me off, you can EAT MY SHORTS!   Sorry, SUCKERS:  I just got notified by email that I HAVE BEEN SELECTED FOR THE 2013 EDITION OF EXECUTIVE WHO’S WHO!  It is so wonderful to finally be recognized by such a prestigious, meticulous organization for all my accomplishments.  “An elite cohort of the most dynamic and successful entrepreneurs pushing the boundaries of success”, it says.  And further down the page, I can “Register now to join this exclusive corps of 10,000 accomplished women just like me!”
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Chapter Two: Saludos, España!

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He llegado a España, son las 4 am, conseguí mi café en marcha, y la hora de trabajar!  I actually don’t speak a word of spanish.  But I do know how to operate Google Translate.  Very long day yesterday, total of 30 hours of travel.  Didn’t sleep a wink, didn’t even try to, just sat there for most of the whole thing editing videos for my forthcoming video education website.  And now it’s 4 a.m. in Spain, got a coffee from room service, waiting for the buffet to open at 7, and working away!  There’s always been something about being jet-lagged and turned around that I’ve always totally enjoyed.  It used to take me a week to get turned around from Europe or Japan when I lived in Manhattan, and part of the reason was that I liked waking up at 10 pm, heading to Three of Cups for breafast (with beer!), then hanging out in Manhattan all night with my laptop, trying out different $4.99 breakfast joints in the village every morning.  Other than that tragedy at the lounge yesterday, everything’s been good, with one notable exception.  On the flight to Brussels, right behind me was a 2-year-old girl just wailing at the top of her lungs for a lot of the flight.  Her crying didn’t really bother me at all (thank you Bose noise-cancelling headphones!), but her father’s treatment of her is still bothering me.  He flipped his lid early on and for quite a while sat there just indulging himself at her expense.  I heard plenty of things like “Oh, yeah, you’re just a lot of fun to travel with, aren’t you!  Never again!  Never!”, “You goddamn well better not throw that on the ground!  Don’t throw it!  I’m warning you…”, hard to describe how ugly it was by quoting it in print.  Totally unconcerned with the fact that something was obviously wrong with his daughter (couldn’t pop her ears, or over-tired, or whatever), just so sarcastic and nasty to her, and LOUD, I think everybody for several rows around could hear him just venting his life’s frustrations on his toddler.  I was editing away on my laptop, but every time I’d stop the audio I’d hear him right behind me.  Eventually I stopped working and listened and tried to decide what to do:  I was very tempted to turn around and let him have it, but I’ve considered that on several occasions before and ended up uncertain about whether that actually adds up in the end to an improvement in the child’s life or just builds more resentment in someone as obviously demented as this guy was.  As I sat there wondering what I should do, after a very long while, the mother finally came and switched seats with him.   Where had she been this whole time?  So in the end, I didn’t say anything to the guy, and I woke up this morning regretting that I didn’t say something to this guy, and what that something should have been.  His poor little girl has an incredibly long, hard road ahead of her.


Storm clouds already brewing!

Well, this tour is only 5 minutes old, and already there’s trouble:

 

Shedds

 

Oop, where’s the butter here in the United lounge at LAX?  This isn’t butter, this is a Superfund Clean-up site.  In this box is enough Shedd’s Spread to kill an adult horse, and it’s not an option to the butter, it’s there INSTEAD OF THE BUTTER.  I can only hope this is not a portent of things to come.  I am making do with Cream Cheese for now, chewing through my tears.


Blogging the Brecker Bros. Reunion Tour

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I am headed to Europe on Sunday for 20 days with the Brecker Brothers Reunion band, and it is my intention to blog every day about the exciting adventures of a musician on the road! Read more!