my dear, faithful, negligible Nackebuhs readers (all two of you) "besides Michael Jackson's recent passing what else has been going on in Andy's life these past four weeks?" you may be asking yourselves.
Well, for one I am now in a band. We are called Larry and the Angriest Generation and our first show is a Fourth of July BBQ Blowout here in SF! Stoked for sure.
Other then that I have been working f a r t o o m u c h (6 daze a week) but anticipating a three (!) week holiday in three (!) weeks! I'll be visiting Chicago, South Bend (IN), Oconomowoc (WI), Portland (OR), and spending 6 days in a Manzanitan beach house with some old friends!!! Also stoked.
I've also been discovering a ton of new music (mostly in the past, unfortunately). One of my most treasured new discoveries is Robert Wyatt. After playing drums (and sometimes singing) in both Soft Machine and Matching Mole he drunkenly fell from a third story window on June 1st, 1973. This paralysed him from the waist down and subsequently confined him to a wheelchair. Not to be the one to mope, he immediately dove into a solo career and released the brilliant Rock Bottom in 1974. Robert Wyatt has remained at the forefront of British Avent/Progressive Rock for almost 40 years, being one of the few sexagenarians (along with Bob Dylan and Tom Waits) still making relevant music. Along with Rock Bottom (which, by the way, is the sound of a man at anything but) I highly recommend his new album, Comicopera. His voice is possessed of almost too much joy, too much sorrow. I want to drink a cup of tea with him.