We don't know where he's been, we don't know what he's been doing - and you know what? We're not going to ask! But Chris Badynee and his musical stream of consciousness are back and that's all we care about. In hiis latest installment, entitled, "another basement rehearsal", Chris writes, '...with just a seasoning dash of an eastern drone in low D my bass shimmered with sparkling harmonics...' Nice to have you back, Chris.another basement rehearsal
by Chris Badynee
i got there about 7pm,
the sax guy and my fav drummer were jamminating relating...
without stopping them, i set up my amp, ampeg-port-a-flex (1963)
and joined in with my hands and bass as we shared hello smiles...
they constructed a continuum of mysterious non-tempo sounds,
i tuned lower as i played, moving carefully,
constructing a force
accenting with sounds-non-melody along with the cymbols
swooshing brushes bubbled like gumbo
with just a seasoning dash of an eastern drone in low D
my bass shimmered with sparkling harmonics
as if flirting with the brushes
romantic toys of the drummer
we nod in acceptance and enjoy the staccato resinance of the sax guy
tart, foil-like-sour as he ventured thru sounds of emotions.
i can taste the brass
i hold us together
i become emotional
i feel myself search deep within
i want to discover things that i havent faced before
i think of possibilities
i try to expand my mind into a depth uncharted
i believe there are things yet unseen
i project the motivation to continue, like a scientist
i probe all that is familiar and known
i dissect structures of compositions
i attempt to ignore that which is familiar
i venture through the darkness
i stand at the glory of blinding brightness
i stare at the forefront
i accept this as being an unknown truth
i delve into crisp, fresh ideas
i embrace ALL that is "sounds"
i connect with my musicianz/loverz
i relate to the them, all that which i've connected to
i embrace their smiles of acceptance
i lead us down a trail of unbelievable dreams
i then, turn loose all of my inhibitions
i let go
i follow their lead
i know now, music is a realm
i know now, the realm comes out from within
i know now, from within we connect
i know now, our connection is real
i know now, that which is real, exsists outside of thought
i know now, my thoughts are illuminated by others thoughts
i know now, the realm is illuminated for all to see
and i see red
and i see blue
and i see the veins in my arms are the same
there is a direct corrilation between
the blood in my body, and the music i survive on
blood flows inside maintaining the friction for energy
music flows outside creating vibrations for energy
combining together creating a fruit of being
i live
i'm alive