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From Jump by Shauna Barbosa

February 7, 2010

For some time now I’ve been aware of the the blog Let’s Just Eat Cheese brought to us by Ms. Shauna Barbosa. I’ve skimmed the blog here and there, my ADD preventing me from sticking to the same tab on my browser. Last week however, a twitter post guided me back to the blog. Before my ADD kicked in I noticed a downloadable compilation of short stories from Ms. Barbosa, which I decided to print out for a late night read.

It suffices to say, that the compilation was devoured within the hour of the first page flip. With bare emotion, and introspection Ms. Barbosa captures the essence of moments, generating the sensation of being present in the very space they unfold.

Through the medium of From Jump, we experience the thrill of a late night rendezvous, the insecurities accompanying unrequited love, and the calm of solitude.

Download From Jump here.


Miles: The Autobiography

January 29, 2010

For a year I lived with a bunch of musicians. Coming into the house, I thought I knew music, only to find out, what I knew was rudimentary at best. My year turned into an initiation into the world of music, being forced to learn at least one chord on a bass, guitar, andshort lived rigorous drumming exercises. Although I doubt I remember any of those chords, something I did get out of it, were some incredible reads, including Miles: The Autobiography of Miles Davis as told to Quincy Troupe.

Upon reading the first pages, Miles undoubtedly comes off as the misogynistic asshole, with an affinity for cursing. One could even be tempted to close the book, but once you accept Miles for Miles, the book begins to unfold as a comprehensive history of Jazz in America, citing stories with legends like Charlie “Bird” Parker, Thelonius Monk, John Coltrane, Dizze Gillespie, Billy Holiday, and I’m not even beginning to scratch the surface.

Miles Davis was a cocky dude, who pioneered several movements in jazz, beat an addiction that many at the time fell prisoner to, and when it came to playing the trumpet, many would agree, was a baaadd motherfucker.

So far I’ve listened to Birth of the Cool, and Sketches of Spain, and I’m not mad at what I’m hearing.