Archive for August, 2010

Ohio River

Monday, August 30th, 2010

First Jump

See all the photos from this set on my Flickr page.

An Electric Letter

Wednesday, August 11th, 2010

Superdrag is Back

Dear Electric Guitar,

I have recently rediscovered you. I bought you (Fender American Strat) on a whim on a particularly gloomy weekend. When I first became familiar with you (15 years old) I was not mature enough at the time to realize your potential and power. Playing in the band, Neutral, at the age of the 18, I was not ready to bend notes correctly, listen to tonal nuances, and know when enough was enough. My accuracy and patience had not developed. Almost ten years later, I can fully appreciate your crunch and squeal and emulate the sound of my favorite tracks. I’ve spend time with you every day for the last few months. I think you may have the potential to trick me back into songwriting. After all… my best songs were originally written on you during those quiet nights at home. It’s good to feel a plastic pick scrape delicately across your six steel strands. I’ve missed you. Welcome back.

– Jon B

Discovery

Monday, August 9th, 2010

Europe Boys

By far my biggest personal problem in the last few years is leaving / making time for myself and others. This past week I really concentrated on organizing my tasks in order to have time to wander, to play guitar aimlessly, watch Metallica documentaries, talk in parking lots until 1am. It feels foreign and yet familiar. It feels like a time in the past marked by lots of discovering.

So much life stuff parallel the good parts of improv. I remember working at Barnes & Noble in Columbus, OH and reading snippets from a new book on sale about saying “yes” to everything. This was way before I started studying improvised performing. I remember that advice changing me. I recall that book leading me to driving around the country in a van just months later (and I didn’t even read the whole thing, I don’t even remember the name of it). It holds so true, today. I’ve been saying yes to new things, every offer, every “want to get some food”, every “want to talk about this”, every “let’s watch/listen/eat/look at this”. Somehow being more selfish with my time has made me feel less selfish, less guilty, and much happier.