the lowest note

one time (my only time) at the NAMM show (frankly, tho am grateful my friend ruben got me in free that yr, i was kinda bored, not being either a guitar player or hep to 99.9% of current music), i played (for only about 10 seconds) a gulbransen grand that had, for some reason, NINETY-SIX keys. if i remember right, the extra notes were added to the bass register. they seemed extraneous, tho i'd certainly not say no (double negative) if someone offered to give me/us a beautiful behemoth such as it, or any other grand/baby grand, for that matter. heck!
the lowest note on the traditional piano keyboard is an A. james & i today worked out yet another rendition of "take me back" & figured out if i play at the very bottom of the keyboard, it gives the song a rumbling, haunting tone that contrasts its plaintive melody... then i played him a song i wrote yesterday, but think i'm gonna table that one for now. it's a good, but not great song, & he keeps singing another one i wrote recently, so guess that'll be the one we add... at this rate (hope i not be tempting fate), more songs'll roll outta me (doesn't seem to be a songwriting drought lately, as i experienced for the 2 years prior to james)... yes, we should only do our GREAT originals! he also sang & we played a mordant traditional tune, this sort of jangling death reverie, that i think definitely needs to go in our show as well as an intro he said was from big bill broonzy. yes! let's do it all! how many ppl in california's american music scene are imitating such vernacular sounds? that's one thing phil alvin said right: it's our duty to carry forth the music of the great ones who came before us. we must! we will!

yesterday i was goofing around making posters & writing only-good-but-not-great songs (dang it, we need to do "the same page" - that's the best one i've written in some time) when james burst in the rm & said, "you're not dressed? we gotta go, baby!" aaaah! i called the green poster here "good enough" (it's not, but that's ok: our musical duo is pretty seat-of-the-pants, so the poster's appropriately in that vein) & hurriedly pulled on some female duds, then pancaked on a stage face as we drove to harvelle's. there we met james's prospective director, charles, a nice-seeming sort who smiled thru my set & james's 1st. we had late-night breakfast @ our fave PCH all-nite diner & this morn, he made all his calls to strike up financial support for the film... by the time i woke, he'd had 100% success w/his calls &, surreally excited that this thing seems to be, yes, a go, he dictated & i wrote 7 pages of memories/ideas for the film... well, geez, that's it for now except that dang this laptop's running slow, so  JAMES, STOP GETTING ON MY COMPUTER!! yes, my husband is a musical genius & the bravest, funniest, sweetest, toughest man i've ever met, but when he's in an insomniac creative-goofball jag, my computer somehow winds up a mess!... oh well; it's sure not a big deal & actually is kinda funny :D ... good things are afoot, good creative healthy things, life most definitely is copacetic, & yes, i know i run toward run-ons, & oh well.  :D hey! if you're still reading, may your day be brave & true, & if not, may it be quickly through so you can wake up tomorrow & try again. "I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear." - nelson mandela