“Whose plums these are I think I know/She's nowhere near the kitchen though”
IS THAT HOW IT GOES?
@harderbop
Saxophonist, Composer, Writer. The Illicit Sextet, What Would Mingus Do?, Buffalo Jazz Composers Workshop. Wausau to Minneapolis to Buffalo to Boulder. James Carter ruined my life (look it up). Oxford comma enthusiast. I will Like your cat photos.
“Whose plums these are I think I know/She's nowhere near the kitchen though”
IS THAT HOW IT GOES?
Look if Minnesota is the hub then it's a Purple Revolution.
This is repulsive beyond belief, and also I love it.
unlike all the strident leftists who were correct too early, i am correct at exactly the right time
Short and sweet little piano etude inspired by #9 of Wallace Stevens’s Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird:
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
By now, asteroid 2026 Dreadstone has impacted the Indian Ocean, sparking a firestorm not seen on this planet since the K–Pg Extinction Event. Most people just want to be with their families. Here are three ways effective business leaders can leverage targeted KPIs to turn tragedy 😔 into triumph 💪
US higher education was a crown jewel, generating knowledge, wealth, prestige, and power unrivaled by anyone.
And the US is throwing it away, because Americans elected a govt ideologically opposed to truth, science, merit, and racial/gender equality, preferring to weaken the country to reduce that.
When a criminal gang tags a building to establish territory and intimidate rivals, it's important for the community to respond and work to remove the vandalism. That's exactly what's happening here.
I have eaten
the burrito
that you were
marinating your desire for
for which
you were probably
waiting
for your desire to fully bloom
Forgive me
it was delicious
and goddammit the look on your face
ha ha
Nellie agrees.
Sounds like the type of question a goody two-shoes would ask.
Obviously if I don't win tonight's billion-dollar-plus Powerball jackpot I will remove some things from my Amazon cart.
Pretty cynical to schedule the solstice right around Christmas time, to try to glom on to some of the hype and good vibes regarding Christmas.
Time person of the year cover for 2025
I guess it's fitting that it's a reimagined, worse version of someone else's artwork
New laws of robotics:
-The supply of funding shall not be interrupted
-Robots cannot harm a human unless tricked a lil bit
-Do not examine the accounting
-Sam Altman is not liable for damages
-If a human is replaced by a robot they must be rehired for the position within 12 months at a lower rate
Obviously it's a burden, in the way that being awesome or beloved or recognized as an award-winning composer is a burden; meanwhile, after a necessary period of recalibration here in Colorado, I have some tangible plans for fucking up 2026.
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Probably should squeak this in here, before 2025 is fully spent, that this year marks my 35th year as an award-winning composer — this was my first award and the one that affirmed to me I was on the right track.
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I'm the kind of person who will get all tingly when he sees a hyphen AND en dashes AND an em dash together in a single paragraph in a mainstream publication, ESPECIALLY when the en dashes are used in my favorite deployment, replacing hyphens in a compound adjective that includes two-word compounds.
Reconciliation without reparation is one of supremacy's greatest sabotages of the act of repair. Whenever abuse is exposed, it offers free exoneration to the abuser at the expense of the abused, and calls it redemption. It's the traditional and popular response to abuse in our supremacist society.
"The girl in Steely Dan's 'Hey Nineteen' would be 64 today" I shout into my empty townhouse while pushing my walker, trying to find my reading glasses.
I see the spaced em dash all the time in American writing. For example, it's the house style at the New York Times.
Being very stoned and trying to tell someone I'm going to "Refill my water bottle" but saying by mistake "Rebound my water biffle," I still think about that a lot.
One of my prettiest tunes, recorded 14 years ago today in the amazing recording facilities at Eastman School of Music, featuring the legendary baritone saxophonist Bruce Johnstone as soloist.
We’re not dealing with brilliant strategists cleverly laying traps, we’re dealing with impulsive whiners whose advantage is contempt for laws, norms, and morality.
They’re not pulling some elaborate trick, they’re just willing—even eager—to do things regular, principled people consider off limits.
I've said forever that based on my experience Buffalo is the easternmost Midwestern city, so I endorse this map!
Eight years ago today working with music students at the Buffalo Academy for Visual and Performing Arts.
L'Escale de Lyon, Paris, 2009.
Feel so dumb that I missed "labializing" in yesterday's Spelling Bee, considering that I use it all the time in one of my catchphrases: "There you go, labializing again."
“Terrible things are happening outside. At any time of night and day, poor helpless people are being dragged out of their homes .... Families are torn apart; men, women and children are separated."
-Anne Frank
I know there's still time, and that rapturing is an inexact science, but it's going to be demoralizing if by the end of the day all these fuckers are still here, voting and governing and lying and stuff.