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Alas Dear Reader!!! i have returned from my pilgrimage to the land of Giant Salmon, Bald Eagles, Totem Poles, Sasquatches, & large quantities of beer that shall hither-to be known as “Alaska”…

Now why did your humble narrator journey to this mythical land of the Great White North? it all began with an invitation from the Startled Salmon, an arts organization and recording studio located in Ketchikan, Alaska. It seems that the young locales of this small island (population 6,012) have taken an interest in the musical arts and were looking to explore this new found world of expression. At this point I received a call from Ketchikan fisherman, Batuuta Kasuwe, asking if I would be interested in coming up. The tickets were booked and on March 20th of this year I flew up North…WAY North.

The first noticeable thing of Ketchikan is the hyperactivity of the area’s Nimbus Clouds. Producing a constant rain everyday, these Nimbus Clouds of Ketchikan soon become an accepted, wet part of your day. In order to battle this daily inconvenience your humble narrator was forced to purchase an Alaskan Rain Disbursement And Protective Apparatus. With my head protected from the elements I journeyed around the island to witness the wonders of the mileu…

Upon my first sighting of a Bald Eagle I was truly gassed. A huge, imposing bird of prey flying majestically through the sky, landing upon the branch of an evergreen tree so forcefully that the tree bent in its direction. This diving, solitary predator was a marvel to behold until I realized that there were at least 3 more in the area…as I walked through the town I noticed more & more of these skybound fishermen. “Egad!” I cried as I realized that our national bird is as common as the purple pigeons of New York City

TO BE CONTINUED…

It’s been a pretty rough couple of months for me personally and I want to talk about here on these pages. Hopefully this story will inspire you to focus on living out your dreams starting right now.

This story has three strands that run with each other like a braid. The first seems innocuous: there’s a pose in my Bikram Yoga practice called the Camel that always makes me want to pass out. Up till two days ago, I could only do it for a second before I’d have to turn around and lie down. It is supposed to really work the heart. For reasons to be discussed below, as soon as I’d even prepare to do it my breathing would become very labored, I would feel dizzy or nauseous and every fiber of my body would scream, “Stop this at once.”

The second strand begins by me admitting that I lied, or at least partly lied to an ABC news reporter who was doing a story on us. It was a big lie to a big question. She had asked me,

What is your goal with all this music that you are doing.

I responded as follows: “I think I have achieved my goal. Every day we are in a position where we are taking our carear one step further. I feel like I am a pioneer on the forefront of my life. Every day reveals more unexplored territory, opportunity and possibility. As long as this continues I feel I will be satisfied.” Yeah, it’s all true but it’s also a big lie. I want a lot more than just that.

The third strand goes back to my genetics. I was born with a strange heart. As an infant, I had an experimental surgery which basically set things straight. Had I been born only a few years earlier I would have died after a few short weeks. During the procedure, I coded. I was dead on the table. I really shouldn’t even be here. But, thanks to modern medicine, since the age of three I have been perfectly healthy. Last November, I had a kind of medical crisis related to my heart condition. Atrial Flutter: the top part of the heart beats way too fast while the bottom part attempts to hold steady. After a few days in the hospital they actually put some paddles on either side of my chest and shocked my heart back into a regular rhythm! Turns out, and doctors are only figuring this out in the last few years, about 80% of people who have had the surgery I had get atrial fluter when the get to my age. I felt cursed. I felt resigned. Oh well, at least I had a good run at it…

Now back to life and the winter as a musician. It was a pretty stressful time for me especially as I didn’t have health insurance. Writing letters to doctors and hospital administrators became a part time job for many months. Eventually I was able to talk them down to something affordable. Meanwhile, there were a few episodes where I thought I was having a recurrence. I’ll tell you quite frankly that I was freaking out a little bit. I even went to my local doctor and got an EKG only to find that the results were normal. In a way, this was worse. Now I felt that I didn’t even have an accurate gauge of my own state of health. Perhaps I had started experiencing anxiety attacks that stemmed purely from my own fears.

I am writing this story today because all of this has come to a head in the last week. On sunday I started experiencing another bout of this fake atrial flutter. And even though it isn’t “real” it is still a terrible, terrible feeling. It lasted for days at a time. It was making me consider drinking myself to death. It was making me count my moments of life. It was making me feel like I needed to start saying good bye to the world. At the same time, I would take my pulse, recognize that what I was feeling was illusionary, and recognize that I was in the middle of some psychological storm that would hopefully show me something.

During the ABC interview, I was reflecting on all these things and it is this kind of gallows wisdom that lead me to such a Buddhist statement of my life’s purpose. Again, in a way, it is true and quite wise I feel. Needing nothing more than the present and feeling of some kind of purposeful growth is a guarantee of feeling satisfied. It is adjustable. No matter what the external condition of life, the internal feeling of growth and improvement can continue. It seems completely sensible. And even more sensible when one is face to face with one’s own mortality. It is also only half of my reality. The other half was being ignored or hidden.

If I look at my goals and dreams from when I was a kid onwards through my twenties, I see that my real life’s purpose is to be HUGE. HUGE in the sense of RADIATING ENORMOUS AMOUNTS OF ENERGY. If I had a picture of it, it would be a picture of me standing in front of a band of musicians at some venue like Giant’s Stadium with light reflecting off of me into a truly endless sea of a crowd. And, honestly, and without holding back, this energy did not stop at just the people at the show. It continued to radiate OUTWARDS to spread this energy to all of human kind. And not just human kind, animals and plants and all other being as well. And it didn’t just stop with the earth. It was like a beacon of energy radiating outwards to other planets, star systems, galaxies to the very boundaries of the universe and beyond if that were possible. There is a very deep part of me that is accessing this dream every time I perform. With every breath I take. Frankly, I think it is a natural state to assume one is the center of one’s universe as a beacon of one’s essence. Wow. Still with me? And what is this energy? It is all the joy, pain, suffering, love, passion of life.

The other day I was back at the Bikram studio and it was time again for the Camel. I got up on my knees and started to bend backwards. I began to feel the familiar need to abort the pose but for whatever reason, desperation?, annoyance with being afraid?, curiosity? I decided to stick it out and push past. I tried a few different ways of breathing and eventually made it through the allotted time and returned to lying flat on my back with all the others in the class. My heart was ON FIRE!! It was beating so fast and so hard and so rapidly. I could actually hear the valves of the heart clicking open and closed. Believe me, after all the research I’ve done on my own heart, I was pulling up all kinds of detailed anatomical diagrams into my mind’s eye. The thoughts that were coming through my brain were like a revelation, questioning my fear. “Why have you been short selling your ambition? What have you done with your dreams? Are you really satisfied with the moment you are in? What if you died right now? Would you have accomplished what you feel you are here to do?” The answers were charged with passion. “No! I would not be satisfied. I have achieved a good base but that is all. Now is the time remember who I am. Now is the time to move forward towards my real goal: performing for huge audiences all over the world and sharing my radiant vibration with the entirety of the universe – all at once – right now.” No need to run from what I’ve been hoping for my whole life.

The second set of camel was a piece of cake. My heart was still on fire afterwards but there was no resistance, no shortness of breath, no dizziness and no fear.

I work really hard. I push really hard. When I sing, I dive off the boundary of what I know I can do and fly into maximum effort with out any reservation. Even when I’m not performing I am working very hard at making the business side of what we are doing a fruitful, lucrative endeavor. I will not stop till I am where I need to be. It is a good thing to be reminded what I am working so hard for. It is a wonderful mirror to see my passion in. So, ABC, sorry to mislead you. I was tripping. I was circling around fear and stress. I was only giving you half of the story. Yes, I am wise enough to accept and appreciate every moment as a sign of growth. But growth towards what? Growth towards a radiant, joyous energy that is felt to the ends of the universe.
Yours,
Jesse

For those of you that may or may not know (doesn’t matter), THE MIGHTY TIN PAN recently rocked the Wonderneath Show at the House of Yes…

A swirling good time of flying women, giant human eating plants, silk tentacles spewing scantly clad girls overhead, and Baby Hands smiling profoundly at learning of the mystical dance move known simply as the “Box Step”.

Jesse & I met with the cast early in the run and started working with the girls to pick the correct tunes and reshape them to fit the show. It was really fantastic that the Lady Circus gravitated to mostly original Tin Pan songs and it was great to write new lyrics to Jesse’s melodies to allow them to tell the narrative of our heroine.

For my part, I was busy catching transitions, mood, story arc, & choreography to begin working on underscoring ideas and musical direction for the dance numbers. I always love working in the theater and get a kick out of the split second musical choices that drive the action on stage home and really pride myself on creating the right sounds to convey the scene’s intent without drawing attention to the musicians*.

It was great to use much of our current repertory but I hope that the next time we score a show it allows for more original parts & arrangements. I feel that between Jesse’s songwriting chops & my theatrical scoring we could really give Andrew Lloyd Webber a run for his money!

I was super tickled with a particular section of the show I call “Tin Pan in Turkey”:
While 3 lovely ladies danced with fist-fulls of fire, Jesse was holding down the proverbial fort with a serious djembe & tambourine-snare-esque groove while I joined in with some Whirling Dervish strumming upon my trusty ol’ National guitar. I told
Stefan to get busy serenading the spitting cobras that dance in his mind by playing some SERIOUS Cor Anglais (The English Horn or “Oboe Gordo”).

But the most miraculous and unexpected part of this new little step into the soundworld of the Tin Pan was the UNABASHED, UNWARRANTED, & TOTALLY KILLING Double Bass soloing of one Peter “Baby Hands” Maness…

Yes, you heard right: The Benevolent Dictator actually requested, approved, & outright enjoyed a Five minute arco bass extravaganza!!!

With both a bass solo & Saints Super Bowl victory happening so close to each other I can hear legions of “Left Behind” readers running to get on the mythical “Escalator to Heaven”…

All in all a great experience & one I hope Tin Pan gets to repeat soon & with much regularity!

Here are some fun pics & a short review from Atlantic Records Art Director, Alex Kirzhner:

New Shade of Black

And let it be known that I totally rocked the French Horn every night of the run!

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*For more on this topic see: “PSYCHO Shower Scene” score by Bernard Herrmann.

Somehow this just makes me very happy!

In 1887, Jerry Thomas wrote one of the 1st published collections of cocktail recipes in the United States.

In 2009, the fantastic friend & cellist, Joel Noyes, asked the all-knowing Lucinda (of Little Branch fame) for a “refreshing whiskey based drink”…and our little posse of friends was introduced to the sublime “Vieux Carre” cocktail.

In 2010, I found a copy of Jerry Thomas’s cocktail book on eBay and won it. While looking through recipes I noticed a drink that could only be considered the precursor to the Vieux Carre.

That drink is the Saratoga:

-1 Part Brandy
-1 Part Rye
-1 Part Sweet Vermouth
-2 Dashes Angostura Bitters

Stir on ice, No garnish…

Simple as pie and damn good…the Mighty Vieux Carre only adds a little Benedictine and Peychoud’s Bitters with some citrus and brandied cherries on the garnish side…

This drink is really good and a great way to get in the world of the Vieux Carre but sit on the “Spicier” side of the drink.

Salud!!!

TONIGHT TONIGHT TONIGHT! The Wonderous Flame-O-Phone makes its professional world premier in the dazzling circus fueled performance of The Wonderneath at the House of Yes.


The Flame-O-Phone has been getting a fair amount of traction on the web. The saxophone forums have erupted with both pride and derision towards our inventive protagonist. Friends and family have weighed in with admiration and fear. “Don’t inhale!” is a common refrain.

The biggest piece of evidence of the horn’s virility (viral-ness?) (contagion?) is that the initial video of Stefan trying out the horn for the first time on the Lower East Side has been formally licensed by “Epic Win FTW” and is racking up votes as we speak… Vote here!

If only Sergio had had the Flame-o-phone!
Sorry for the hulu ad. I assure you the video is worth it.

As I stepped through the doorway of Curry Hill’s famous Kalustyan’s I came face to face with an enormous wall of bitters.

What Delight!
What a Rarity!
What Beauty!
What a trove of delicious flavors!

A seemingly endless variety was placed in front of my eyes:
Rhubarb bitters, Celery bitters, Peach bitters, Clover bitters, Lemon bitters, Grapefruit bitters, Chilean bitters, German bitters, even Bitter bitters…

I couldn’t help but notice the lone, empty aisle where the Trinidadian classic, Angostura bitters normally resides…but alas, I shall survive the drought with my own personal stash!

I grabbed a bottle of the New Orleans stalwart, Peychoud’s as well as Regan’s Orange #6 (quite a hard one to find!) and then reached up and took the last bottle of the German Bitter Truth Aromatic bitters…this is quite a find! Coming in at 3 times the price of the others this is one of the most sought after bottles by mixologists in our fair city. Supposedly it is the Aromatic that the famous Angostura was modeled after yet has never had distribution outside of Deustchland…

It’s mine now!

So now I await the time to experiment!

Nishant: Transitions are the greatest necessity for growth. I’m trying to convince my p€^~s…

Joe: Looming death is inspirational. Perhaps the greatest antidote to procrastination.

The Hunter: Amusing? Oh! A musing!!!

Ivy: Why do I keep attracting gay men?

Clifton: I bought bitters today. Will inform tomorrow…

The Flame-O-Phone: the only saxophone that I’m aware of that spews up to 5 feet of flames out of its bell. Activated by a simple keyboard sustain pedal, 3 cans of propane, 2 9V batteries, and a whole mess of plumbing equipment, this vintage Noblet bari sax is totally…. hot? wow.

This idea has been brewing for about 4 or 5 years, when I was on tour with the Pontani Sisters. Their 14-piece troupe included the fire-breathing, sword swallowing MC, Tyler Fyre. He was an absolute trip to be on tour with, and we spent many hours talking about how to make something like the Flame-O-Phone an actuality. Though he was a genuine Fire Breather, and knew his way around the basic flamables, he was by no means a fire ARTIST.

Needless to say, the Flame-O-Phone stuck in my head for several years, and every once-in-a-while I would bring it up in random conversations. I always got that look I seem to know so well at this point, which said: “You’re crazy.”

A few months ago, Tin Pan was asked to provide a live soundtrack to the alternative play, The Wonderneath. They include fire art in the play, and were open to extreme and crazy suggestions from the band : I told them of my long dream to create a fire-breathing saxophone. Ali introduced me to Claire. Claire introduced me to Ben. Ben Bartelle is an absolute Fire-Art specialist. One of those guys who makes giant flying creatures that spew fire out of 9 spots on their gilded wings or exposed endocrine system. Wild and crazy and brilliant stuff….. and he doesn’t catch the theater on fire while doing it. Which, by the way, is important.

We got to work right away, and within 2 weeks we had this first prototype that you see here. As far as I know, nobody’s done anything quite like this, though people have included small bits of pyro here and there throughout the youtube chronicles. But nothing that’s fully integrated, and can be triggered to, literally, accompany individual notes; cadences and nuances within the music; spontaneous and improvised fire-music improvisations.

I won’t go into the details of how it works here, but I’m not afraid to share the small bit of information I have. I hope you enjoy this video, and stay tuned for more extensive videos and demonstrations, as I become more comfortable on this new instrument, and perhaps even stream-line some of the mechanisms.

Enjoy : the Flame-O-Phone!!!

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