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Wednesday, June 23   >>


Thanks to long-time reader Paul (Hi!) for passing on this gorgeous remix of Radiohead's "Climbing Up The Walls" by Zero7. It comes from OK Computer (Collector's Edition) which is a re-issue I didn't even know existed. I'm not one for remixes, but Zero7 are a phe-no-me-nal outfit, and passing up an opportunity to hear any of their stuff would be a dumb thing to do.

I feel stoned. Cool.

(Don't do drugs, kids. Bad for you. Plus, it's expensive.)


Major buzzkill: I lost a piano student last week. His name's Joseph, and he's 8-years-old. A gnarly custody battle between his parents have pretty much destroyed his chances of having a relatively normal/one-home life, and also his chances of pursuing piano consistently.

When we started last year, he hated our sessions. Then Michael Jackson died and he found a love for his music (actually, he found a love for music altogether.)

So every time he performed his material well, I'd teach him a Michael Jackson bass line on the piano as a reward (since, after all, those are really the most recognizable parts of a Michael Jackson song.)

Beat It, Billie Jean, ABC (Jackson 5), Thriller, you name it.

When he'd play these bass lines, it BLEW HIS FUCKING MIND AWAY. It was really cool to see that tiny dork get excited over good music.

And don't even get me started on his excitement over a Captain EO shirt The Girlfriend and I bought him (The Girlfriend coincidentally tutors the kid as well.)

I will miss him. He taught me a lot about patience, and second (and third and fourth and fifth) chances. For a stubborn, unforgiving prick like myself, that's pretty huge.


If you're good at something -- anything -- you should teach it to a child, with or without pay (take the latter if avail for obvious reasons.)

I'd explain why, but it's hard to without having the experience. You'll never, ever regret it, and you'll never, ever look at kids the same way again. They are so much more brilliant than you think.

And often times they are brighter than most of the people in your life.