The Living Rockumentary

I like Bourgeois Jason's Beatles list--especially since I recently watched all 9 hours of the Beatles Anthology over the period of a week. Then KO and I watched much of it one night, focusing on circa '95 Paul and George's body language ("I'm really uncomfortable around you") towards one another. And I realized something: Lennon is the only person who could keep Paul's ego in check. Lennon's the only one towards whom he doesn't have this superior tone happening.

I just finally watched School of Rock. Yes, feel good ending, but it made me proud to have devoted so much of my life to rock. And how you can' ttake for granted that kids know what we were forced to know--I mean even if you didn't like ACDC in 6th grade, you knew a few songs because of the burnouts at the back of the bus, right?

I am 12 hours away from starting the Kayrol adventure. Rehearsals at the MoCA went very well. I'm really into the sax right now. I wish I had a place I could just honk to my heart's content. There is a song in which I do a bit of free jazz and it keeps getting freer and no one seems to be complaining. I hope I don't wimp out in front of an audience.
We didn't do the Friday night gig. Everyone's been great in general. It's weird spending so much time per day doing something I love, to the point where you wonder if you really still do love it.
Of course I do--but I guess too much of anything can make a man mean, to paraphrase Dylan.
This week was bookended with a tease of an Andrea visit. But great nontheless.
I'll report from Gotham later.