Not much to report from my end other than a trend I’ve discovered in my afternoon crit racing. 1) Legs always feel good. 2) I attack at some point. 3) I cramp in my abdomen so bad that I have to pull out. Has only happened in the two afternoon crits. I should probably eat a real meal for lunch.
Sounds Like NowA blog by saxophonist Brian Sacawa
Archive for May, 2009
You’d think that a Cat 3 would know how to get out of the saddle on a climb without throwing his bike back. You’d also think that a Cat 3 would know how to hold his line and not switch off it quickly after throwing his bike back. And if someone did those two things, taking out your front wheel and crashing you, you’d think that he’d apologize once you finished chasing for 15 minutes to get back onto the main group. Well, you’d hope. Sadly this was not the case last weekend. (Yes, I am talking about you, Yellow Tire Guy.)
The course was tough; lots of climbing with a few steep pitches. But this was a good thing because the field thinned way, way out after the very first lap, which made the sketchy, potholed descents easier to handle. I got crashed on a climb on the second lap and used up a bunch of energy to get back on to the front group. Shortly after I made contact, Tim from Bike Rack jumped off the front (again) marked by the Yellow Tire Jerk. Somehow, those two got a really big gap and despite our efforts—we had a nice paceline going—they stayed away until the end. I was able to follow a couple digs the fellows put in towards the finale, but ultimately succumbed to my bridge efforts and held on for an 8th place finish with a nice war wound.
Last week I had a couple concerts and a couple reviews: Tim Smith wrote about Mobtown Modern’s season-ending show for the Baltimore Sun and Matthew Guerrieri lived to tell the tale of Sunday’s microtonal marathon in the Boston Globe.
Mobtown Modern is wrapping up its second season at the Contemporary Museum this Wednesday with “Out To Lunch”, a show spotlighting some of music’s madmen (or at least those who’ve been accused of being nuts at one time or another). In honor of this show, we present this crazy mix tape. Click here to get it!
Mobtown Mix Tape, Vol. 6: Loony Tunes
1. “We’re All Mad Here” – Tom Waits
2. “The Substance” – Aesop Rock
3. “Going Crazy” – Jean Grae
4. “Crazy” – Gnarls Barkley
5. “Chronometrophobia” – Andre 3000
6. “Smart Went Crazy” – Atmosphere
7. “Brain Melt” – Madvillain
8. “Mad Scientist (What The Scientist Say)” – Mighty Spoiler
9. “Don’t You Remember” – Wax Tailor
10. “tick, tick…” – MF Doom
11. “Blue Flowers” – Dr. Octagon
12. “Psychology” – Dead Prez
13. “Krazy” – 2Pac
Hybrid Groove Project seeks catchy title for their arrangement of Karlheinz Stockhausen’s Tierkreis (Melodies of the Zodiac). The successful title will adhere to the following criteria: 1) make clever usage of the word ‘Zodiac’. For example, Aesop Rock’s track “Zodiaccupuncture”. All title recommendations should be forwarded to the comments section of this post. Please be assured that each submission will receive a thorough and critical screening. The following resource may be useful: http://wordnavigator.com/starts-with/ac/. If chosen, the creator of the successful title will receive an autographed copy of the recording of the complete arrangement. Oooh!
I’m at the end of a 4-week block of training and racing and I need a break. Good thing next week is a rest week (seriously, have you seen the weather report?). I was planning to race Turkey Hill yesterday, but bagged it in favor of napping. Being that I’m feeling a little stale at this point, I went to the Hop with no expectations. However, much to my surprise, about 15 laps into the race, I knew that I had some good legs. Everything was comfortable and I felt smooth. Halfway through there was a good attack by a Bike Doctor and I followed and we ended up with a group of 5, including a Bike Rack, a Coppi, and someone else. It was a good move for my good legs, except about 10 minutes into the break I got a terrible cramp in my abdomen. I know where that came from: I’m in the Army and I have to take the PT test 2x a year, which I never practice for and therefore always end up sore a week after the test. Revenge of the sit-ups today. I tried to tough it out for another lap, hoping the cramp would go away, but when I couldn’t take a good deep breath I was done. I called it. Hated to do it since I was feeling good, but there wasn’t anything I could do. There’ll be other races.
Now that we’ve pretty much got “Leo” from Tierkreis in the bag, it’s time to start moving on to some new melodies. Here’s a “chord progression” made up completely of multiphonics on soprano saxophone that mirror key pitches in the melody that I put together this evening. It sounds decidedly spectral.