My old bass bow is in pretty sad shape, so a friend is having me audition a carbon-fiber model from her luthier. I'm never going to be an arco superstar, but I have to admit that having a functioning bow is great. Playing low drones is physically very satisfying.
The other day when my boy stepped outside after the rain had stopped, he said, in the world's best, most sincere voice, "What a beautiful world!"
Last Saturday I went to get my windshield replaced (pro tip: don't choose the people your insurance company recommends) and since it would be a wait, I decided to walk from industrial Clackamas to see what "Riverside Park" was all about. I walked a half hour past endless Safeway distribution centers and found a peaceful spot on the river. I heard the plop of people casting their lines, plus, naturally, speedboats, while I read a book.
Liz Gizzad!!!! Not to be confused with that King Quizzarth and the Glizzard Kuixarth, this was a band that put out a great 7" back in the day that was all about making a beat and a lot of over the top incomprehensible noise, sort of like a British version of certain bands I've been in. Music starts about 5 minutes in:
