I can't decide if Lenny Kravitz is a dumbass or a genius. When I read things he's said, he seems a little like a silly poseur guy. His music, however, is occasionally awesome, and usually good. It doesn't take intelligence to create good music, I think. It's a different kind of genius that's made of emotion and soul and intuition and touch and style. Sometimes a musical genius is also extremely intelligent, but this is not always beneficial to the music. It can be detrimental. I think this is very true.
The saxophone player from one of my favorite local bands, Confusatron, is now a barrista at the downtown Starbucks Coffee. I remember when Confusatron was born in the coffee shop that used to be where the Starbucks is now. I remember seeing the saxophone player meet the bass player. I remember all the drummers they've been through. I remember the strange, retarded, little mutt dog that used to run into the window after whom the band was named. I love bohemian slackers of a certain ilk, I really do.
Dr. One Tooth sits on the corner, plays an old acoustic guitar and wails old country songs. He strums simple chords in a plodding rhythm and bellows the lyrics. It's not really pleasant, but it's technically on key. Sometimes people will tip him or even stop and listen. Sometimes he surprises me and throws in a song that just doesn't fit his style or typical repertoire. The other day, as I walked by, he was singing the 4 Non Blondes song What's Up. He made it his own, which was a little sad but impressive nonetheless.
Today's topic is music. Tell me something.
Later. Love.
