balue like jalazz

or other attempts to fill in the gaps of experiencing life by writing it in a softback book...

for those following my healing progress, I am almost done with my splint treatment. I have been under the supervision of a musculoskeletal surgeon named Dr. Balis who has been of great help and careful warning. I am in Occupational Therapy and will be through my treatment within a month or so. This is good news, and I am thankful that I will not be facing surgery and a year of long and tedious recovery.

My hopes of going professional as a musician have been laid to rest. At least for now. My body, in the current condition that it is in, cannot sustain the rigorous exercise of continual playing. I will be rebuilding my muscle mass in an attempt to gain better stamina in playing, and perhaps beat the odds that I am not biologically made to do what I really enjoy.

So in preparation of starting a regular guitar practice session, I have wiped my itunes clean, and am rebuilding my library with strictly jazz material. The only exception is the Beatles, and that's because they earned it and I cannot live without that music.

Jazz? what jazz? who jazz? why jazz? does anyone play jazz anymore?
I guess I can sum it up in this: I went to a contemporary music school in Hollywood only to discover that all you ever really need to learn to play is contained in the many styles of jazz. The chord changes, the melodies, the scales, the grooves are all encompassing of any other style I should want to play.

In some ways I'm turning into an Elitist of artist taste, as some would say. Really, I'm just tired of all the "Industry Bullshit" as the disenfranchised like myself go on and on about. So to Hell with all the pop fluff, I don't really care anymore because chances are that I will not be able to fulfill the regular duties of a performing professional musician. I'm going to surround myself with the sounds of as much jazz as I can stand, which sometimes isn't much. I have a hard time sitting through Chic Corea, and I really think he ruined "Marathon Man" by doing the soundtrack.

So watch out public libraries, I'm raiding your jazz collections in the name of personal vanity.