Fool's Gold and Jazz like Coffee and Cigarettes Monday, March 13, 2006 12:21 AM
Jazz and words, tones and voice good combination, beats go with them as well, Kill Your Darlings officially announced as participating in Tribeca film festival, opens April 13th in Stockholm and April 29, 8.30 pm....in New York....yes, hmmmm, let's see don’t forget the jazz today at Oliva.
Some food on the way......
Excerpt from the "Fools' Gold" by JR based on a poem by Mayakovsky
I will say: -Look my love, even when I rumble on verse against the horrors of everyday, do I protect the girl that I love and never use her name when I curse. Come here, I need your poetry judgment now. I have seen everybody and finally I arrived here. There is no other salvation than you now. Rise up! To the bridge! Hurry up over here!- As the bull before the butcher awaiting the bullet I lower my head before you. I shall compose myself, note by note. One second- and then I’m off. This second, this very last second an indescribable howling shriek. The whole of the northern hemisphere was howling as it has never howled before. From the trembles in the air and vibrations I will guess it is over Ontario. Judging from the cold the slam in the door there I guess- It is over Alaska. Judging from the rumble- all the windows pushed in- I guess it has crashed against Ground Zero. New Orleans is drowned under the thunder bolting K. It is over Grand Central now One single breath, and the stairs under my foot left, and tottered away in the foaming streams of East River. Fear squeezes me, fills my brain. Pining cold it stretched the nerve strings until they snapped and confirmed: - Halt! For seven years I have been dragging myself, I traveled 400 hundred miles to get here to give you my simple command: No! To give you my order: Stop it! Nor words nor prayers are needed here. What’s the purpose why would only you succeed? I wait for the whole earth that we have loved to death, wait for the whole crowd. For seven years have I been standing here, for two hundred shall I stand, hands nailed to the bridge just waiting.
Mother Monday at Oliva march 13 2006, 161 ehoustan at allen 8-muchlater
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Let there be jazz!
One more time the jazz shall sound over houston street and people of all nations unite in a cheerful congregation, this week the poster is replaced with the not so very little proud announcement that yours truly has achieved a numero uno in that he has composed music (not compromising his artistry) to several films in homage of the late great Jhan Camitz, directed by the unique advertising genius Linus Karlsson, founder of MotherNewyork, our benefactors and providers, brilliantly coached by Sean and Todd, writers and art directors de luxe, these charming films have made a grand slam in the advertising world by occupying 3 slots on the top 20 hit list for TV advertising for a whole week.....check it out!
This calls for a thorough celebration! Yours truly will therefore embark on an around the world jazz crusade under the name of " the ifthereisalator world- tour 2005" stretching over mostly cities starting with an S, Stockholm, Saigon, Shanghai, Seattle, Sos Angeles and Sew York. Update on exact time and place for performances TBA, your knight will carry his cross and write an album and keep you updated on the way, inspired by the light, scents and drama of Asia, America, Scandinavia and the great composer and inspirator Jon Hassel. Mount ranier shall be attempted and hopefully conquered (walking the footsteps of great uncle and first ski ascendor 1935, mr Sig Hall) Snowbridges may have melted and crevasses made swift access difficult that time of year, but weathergods shall be asked to clear the way and make it possible to summit. Come to mother Monday and share with us another great moment in the city of cities.
Yours Truly JR#3
Monday Jr#3, Paul Malmstrom and their crew plays jazz @ Oliva 161 hosuton street, at allen, 8-late, no admission After the intergalactic turmoil stirred up in the heavens after the critical summer solstice followed by patriotic celebrations not less impressionante in explosive sonic and visual impact we are facing the donkey.
It is free It is trustworthy It likes to carry beautiful people It is persistent It goes its own ways It drinks lots of water, but prefers martinis.
It is jazz
Your summer donkey, whisks its tail out in the free, through the open windows of Oliva tomorrow for all to see and enjoy, in the tropical night the beautiful butterflies stop for a moment, frolic to the tones, re-nourish, converse, and venture on into the night knowing that this time was unique and very enjoyable. And who knows if Titiyo is showing up or not?...
Sincerely
Jon Rekdal III
Jr#3 plays jazz for cocktailing and dining @ Oliva 161 houston, at allen, 8-late, no admission ‘In the beginning was the jazz. The big bang was nothing but a bass drum starting to pump that sching schikading sweet beat that you and I are still rocking to. On Monday God rested and sat down to have a drink, some tapas and listen his new thing, the jazz, then there was king Arthur, the Barbarians, the Pope and the Revolutions, but in the beginning there was jazz.
And that sweet jazz, innocent and pure as adam and eve is still pumpin every Monday at oliva, so come on down good people and enjoy the simple things in life, food, liquids and music...
Sincerely Jon Rekdal III Jr#3 plays original caveman jazz for cocktailing and dining @ Oliva 161 houston, at allen, 8-late, no admission Mother Monday Afro Jazz & Scandinavia House & JRIII Saturday, July 23, 2005 11:09 PM
We all know that jazz came out of afro american musical hybrids derived from hardships and struggle of a nation down in the dirty south. As such we want to dedicate our mother Monday to the very remarkable fact that this only true american artform still finds its breathing space amongst young brilliant people from all around the world.
Mother Africa, great mother of mankind, great universal well of unconditional love, great river of inclusion sans limitation, tell me how youre doing! How are you doing, mama Africa? Jazz comes and comes and comes over again, yes, shes doing just fine when she lets her hair out and flows it along the riverbanks of JRIII and his ensemble at Oliva.
The good people sharing their night via the open windows and the magic corner of Houston and Allen, poets, singers, hornplayers, popstars, rappers...... girls, girls, girls....NYC's best corner for people watching of interesting people, rare species, those who don’t always follow the streamline, downtown people, not so far from the pet store where they have iguanas that look at you as you play their song when the get carried away by their new owners. This weeks very special event includes the annual jazz at scandinavia house, behold this special occasion to catch the jazz, the jazz that is created and instantly gone every moment, the jazz that is and is no more at the same time, JRIII and the crew never play a song twice.....songs are invented at the spot, never to surface again, or to come back in different shapes and modalities....the perfect spot for the uptown crowd, catch it while its hot, after work.....
Monday
Jon Rekdal III Jazz a la catch & release Mother Monday World-tour Friday, July 29, 2005 2:34 AM
The "the JRIII ifthereisalator world-tour" Stockholm-Saigon-Shanghai-Seattle- Los Angeles tourdates soon TBA.....Sig Hall Mt Ranier Exp......
Mother Mondays keeps the jazz alive at oliva every Monday, the same band with a decoy JRIII when he is on the mountain....unknown talent...John Hildentein...JHIII.....JRIII repertoire, brilliant!
Don’t miss out on the preparatory catch n release session with the original JRIII at oliva on Monday 1st of Augustus..drinks and tapas help ease the effects of unbearable heat....stay warm and hydrated. Monday NYC, USA: original jazz for cocktailing and dining @ Oliva 161 houston, at allen, 8-late, no admission
Save the date! Stockholm, Sweden 12th of august at Lydmar....lots of fun, come on down, jam and hang.....artists, musicians, friends!!!
Movie to be shot in August, written and directed by the enormously talented Mr. Fahlman, (starring yours truly) check out nattgeometri teaser at www.decoyfilm.com.....
.....and be aware that the music video now showing on Z-tv and MTV in Scandinavia with the artist named Lesli, is made by yours truly, starring the artist, the director and the beautiful Mrs. Tua Fock.
Bless you
So finally the time has come for JRIII to once again venture into the unknown, join the farewell party at Oliva on Monday and bring your friends for this special celebration. Years have passed since the last time a trip of this magnitude was taken (in which the peaks of the Himalayas were climbed, opium- dens in Hong-Kong explored and the rums and limbodancing of the caribeean learned). Trips back and forth from the old to the new world do not count when these territories come into focus. When Scandinavian melancholy and the wild west meet the mystic far-east with its quiet nihilism and sense of silence the outcome can only be nothing less than very interesting.
And what is the purpose of this crusade? To spread Jazz of course, jazz is like food, its is necessary for survival and must be shared with all nations. Deep in the soul of every person there is jazz and it must be woken from time to time. (lets say that jazz is another word for art and art another word for life and life is another word for love and that there is only one love, then:)
Ifthereisalator, there will be jazz for all. Ifthereisalator, there will be worldpeace Ifthereisalator, all nations be free Ifthereisalator, there will be no hunger Ifthereisalator, everyone will get laid Ifthereisalator, there will be free martinis
In the early 1900 Mr. Laval invented the Separator, a world famous patent that separate heavier liquids and gases from the lighter ones, this made it possible to skim the cream off the milk, skimmed milk and sour cream in other words. It was a heavy machine and not so little clumsy at first, speaking of experience having spent hours (in my youth) winding the crank of a 1920 year model original separator round and round till it finally started the separation, keeping it going till the all the milk and all the cream were in two separate containers. The if-there-is-a -lator is a development of this concept, it also bears some resemblance with the alligator in its joy of eating things. Like in the case of the separator you put things in one end and get other things to come out, the outcome however in this case is always jazz.
So, lets say you put in a lady, lets assume she is busty and blonde, an ugly one or someone gorgeous but not boring, beautiful but with a profile, voluptuous but not fat, smart but not too smart...there will be jazz coming out. If you put a car, lets say a fancy car or an old volkswagen-bus... there will be jazz coming out. If you put a cow or a traktor....there will be jazz coming out. If you put your mother, father or stepmother or ex wife or husband in mind in the ifthereisalator there will be jazz coming out. If you put a free martini in the if-there-is-a -lator there will be jazz coming out for sure and if we try to live our lives like if-there-was-no-lator, and be as good as we can while we last, there will be jazz always. Hallelujah!
Monday NYC, USA: original jazz for cocktailing and dining @ Oliva 161 houston, at allen, 8-late, no admission Friday Stockholm City, Sweden original jazz party with secret guests @ Lydmar, Sturegatan 22:00-23:00 THE JRIII "IFTHEREISALATOR WORLD TOUR" 2005 USA, New York, Oliva, Aug 8 Sweden, Stockholm, Lydmar, Aug 12 Vietnam, Saigon, Apocalypse Now, Aug 19 China, Shanghai, Cotton-Club, Aug 30 USA, Seattle, Mt Ranier, Sep 10 USA, Los Angeles, Joe's Club, sep 15 USA, NYC, Oliva, Sep 19
Pax vobiscum
Jon Rekdal III "The Iftereisalator" world tour 2005, first leg ------
Background:
Quote:
" ...what is the purpose of this crusade? To spread Jazz of course, jazz is like food, its is necessary for survival and must be shared with all nations. Deep in the soul of every person there is jazz and it must be woken from time to time. (lets say that jazz is another word for art and art another word for life and life is another word for love and that there is only one love, then:)
Ifthereisalator, there will be jazz for all. Ifthereisalator, there will be worldpeace Ifthereisalator, all nations be free Ifthereisalator, there will be no hunger Ifthereisalator, everyone will get laid Ifthereisalator, there will be free martinis
In the early 1900 Mr. Laval invented the Separator, a world famous patent that separate heavier liquids and gases from the lighter ones, this made it possible to skim the cream off the milk. It was a heavy machine and not so little clumsy at first, speaking of experience having spent hours winding the crank of a 1920 year model original separator round and round till it finally started the separation keeping it going till the all the milk and all the cream were in two separate containers.
In early 2005 JRIII invented the "Ithereisalator". The if-there-is-a –lator is a development of Mr Lavals concept but also bears resemblance to the alligator in its joyful eating of things. Like in the case of the separator you put things in one end and get other things to come out, the outcome however in this case is always jazz.
So, lets say you put in a lady, lets assume she is busty and blonde, an ugly one or someone gorgeous but not boring, beautiful but with a profile, voluptuous but not fat, smart but not too smart...there will be jazz coming out. If you put a car, lets say a fancy car or an old volkswagen-bus... there will be jazz coming out. If you put a cow or a traktor....there will be jazz coming out. If you put your mother, father or stepmother or ex wife or husband in mind in the ifthereisalator, there will be jazz coming out. If you put a free martini in the if-there-is-a -lator there will be jazz coming out for sure and if we try to live our lives like if-there-was-no-lator, and be as good as we can while we last, there will be jazz always. Hallelujah! " End of quote. progression: ------
After crossing of continents and oceans, studio flood, badminton punishment and speed sailing from Dalaro, JRIII shared his eclectic oldworld-newworld, indefinite jazz-experience with friends and friends of friends at lydmar through the mercy of Ingmari, jazztrouper numero uno in Scandinavia. There was a lot of sharing of information and so many friends present in person and in spirit, Eagle Eye, Timbuktu, Papa Dee, Titiyo, Meja, Blacknuss, Lesli, Jose Gonzales, Leila K, EMA, Blindside, Karin Strom, Mother, Traktor and so many more that the house was so packed with good vibes and anticipation that when the music started to flow the house levitated and everybody were floating a foot off the ground!!! the truth!!!...in addition to Paul Malmstrom, bass Andreas kleerup, drums and JRIII on humming, sobbing and keys they were blessed by guests like the magnetic Santiago Jimenez from Cuba on the violin and micke sundin from sødermalm on the guitar....all the friends from NYC that came made them feel like they were home in the city but another city this time....still home though.
Joyful moments carry its' counterpart as sadness also carries joy. Sweden dress down some heavy emotions at times (as foreseen), people from the north maybe don’t talk so much but it doesn't mean they are insensitive (surprise).... no wonder Strindberg found food in Sweden.....in between film shoots, social duties, sales speeches, administration, art and logistics there is little time for reflection…...however there is an apparent new generation of babyboomers, people that have been seen at bars for ages and whose destiny one has thought was never to settle down, are popping up in the parks never as well shaven, rolling strollers with toddlers, conversing friends seemingly in thought of doing the same. (what will happen to the bar business? And will the boomers endure the tasks ahead?)
The Perfect Modern Tragedy
------Picture this: the daughter sharing a meal with her father, she has just turned nine and is too smart for her age. Picture them in, lets say an establishment of significance to her parents, long before she was born. Picture her big black eyes and anticipating smile as they sit together side by side on the couch.
Picture her having fish sambal and her father the traditional roast. Picture tears falling off his cheek as he mixes the sauce and the mashed potatoes with the lingonberries, and you have the perfect modern tragedy.
Picture the children how they grow and how time flies inch by inch as they rise. Picture them growing heads between the times they see him. Picture that all they want is someone that is there when they come home fromschool. Picture that the girl still has hope but that the boy has already turned cold. Picture all this and what you see is the picture perfect modern tragedy.
Shooting in Stockholm ------
After three days and nights of shooting "night geometry", the shoot wrapped up with hopefully some great images that will make justice to Mr. Fahlmans' intelligent script, a great cast including amongst others the beautiful Mrs. Tua Fock and a team of photographers and assistants will surely make way for a new wave of filmmakers that are free of the Bergman complex that has been lying heavy as a legacy in swedish film making (not so strange maybe). Shoot was conducted in lush summer surroundings on the countryside and bare apartments in the city. Violent parts including yours truly being heavily beaten up left him with a sore right hip.....no big deal really, so hopefully it will look worse than it was.
Seeing Saigon ------
Saigon is sleeping at the moment when this is written, due to severe insomnia caused by jumping timezones (traveling east is a constant stealing of time), yours truly is not. Had he gone the other way maybe he had been less stressed by the timeframe and discovered like the professor, whatever his name was in "around the world in 80 days" that he had gained a day by doing so.... He is sleeping all day trying to find badminton all night, only to find that Vietnam is not a nation of badminton players as promised in the lonely planet guide but a track that will be run in the morning. Steamedfish with a hope of being spared of tourist tummy, 6 dollars poor since the cheese at the supermarket cost 3....4 times the price of a beer...watch it, baguette is still crisp though....People are beautiful in general, slim and slender, maybe the third world does that, there are ten million mopeds, most of them almost silent as they float through the streets, as seen behind a car window, the stench from the two pacers when stepping out, clearly unhealthy though....
There is no time to go to Halong bay and the country side which of course would be the interesting thing and probably reveal the secret of the empire and its relentless fight against all foreigners, in this sense naam bares similarities to Cuba, there are other similarities, apart from the yellow star, smells and manners connect too, but naam doesn’t suffer from the blockade so there are more shops and cheese in the supermarket, the system has changed face and what happened to the super troupers? Hmmm...
River called Saigon ------
By the south east end of something that looks like a peninsula there is a river fronting the sea. It's a river called Saigon.
There is a river called Saigon that people on the peninsula call the heart of their existence.
Without the river they would be nothing, because that’s a river called Saigon and there are opium dens along the rive called Saigon and there is sin along the shores of the river and lizards flank the houses of this river named Saigon.
The girls so beautiful in their silk pajamas, white as the innocence yet filthy as the rear of the old lady stepping off the bus taking a leak by the river named Saigon.
And the shoe salesman that sells you shoes that looses the heel after walking two blocks and the restaurants in the streets doing their best to poison you for a cheap dollar, by a river named Saigon.
There is the bride and her friends and the people that want to wish her the best and the groom and the people from all corners of the world, there is an opera house and there is a yellow star on red background and there is the 7th floor of the hotel Caravelle in front of the fancy Q-bar in front of the hotel and there are scooters, about a billion of them and there are these girls so incredibly beautiful that you cannot imagine how they have been bread through generations of meticulous choices taken towards high cheekbones, eye and hip formations, hair and skin quality and silence, though silence speaks I will speak for it and say:
Hail you Vietnamese for standing up against the people from abroad, Hail you for protecting your country and not buying into the idiocracy of the western world. Hail you for proclaiming what was yours to begin with.
And all of this is all, although now it seems that this is gone and will be soon and it is all taking place by a river called Saigon and no matter what you call this place the rivers’ name is Saigon, Saigon, Saigon,
And there is a mistress and there is a mystery And the mystery is Saigon and the mistress lives for all times, the mystery of a river called Saigon, Saigon, Saigon, Saigon ,
Saigon, Saigon Sai-gon The party goes on in the village of Binh Anh
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Members of the royal family of Vietnam, bought land right by the outlet of the Saigon river. They built at luxury place where rooms cost more than an average Vietnamese year income per night, the people are nice. This is where Florence, the former partyqueen extraordinaire of New York (and a cousin of the owner) wanted to get married with her Sean from America (fully understandable counting the marvelous surroundings), no doubt the party was going to be somewhat out of hand with people flying in from all over the world, after a traditional vietnamese ceremony the party rocketed as JRIII stepped up on stage to raise the ecstasy of the newly weds and their friends by pulling out the horn and blowing along to the dopest beats dropped by a DJ straight outta Miami.
The party went on till the break of dawn and beyond, by the poolside under the moonlight....intoxication induced by a never ending flow of champagne of the finest brands accordingly, party kept going as the crowd stayed for another night. The day after, well motivated, reflective recordings were made in solitude by the grand piano, accompanied by the cicadas and the waves of the sea, still under a growing moon casting its silverlining over the majestic traditional Vietnamese constructions partly cut out in granite in which the perfect venue for a future jazzfest was and still is located....pizzas and drinks for recovery.....coconut to be recommended forits high content of electrolytes.
Victorious return to Saigon ------
Apocalypse now, a classic in Saigon and about one of the few places for dancing was torn down as the posseee came cruising down after the visit in the bush. Hungry to party down real time in the city, spirits were high an the dancing would not stop. When JRIII once again pulled out his horn to th surprise of the locals and the authorities, the whole place went nuts, as it usually does wherever he pulls it out.... and you can picture for yourself how the police had a hard time stopping the crowd from going totally out of control….as did the people at the newly opened Buddha Bar like "Yang", the people of the classic "Q-bar" and the people at "Sahara" and "Lost in Saigon" in the following days and that’s covering about all the places there is to party in Saigon.
Bottom-line would be that Saigon greets the man with the horn with open arms as this town needs the party. Sources have it that before the celebration of the national day there is a nationwide crackdown on bars and clubs to make the nation look good for the birthday, after the 2nd of September things are less complicated until April when complications start again and those are the seasons in this country that seem to lack them and therefore create an interestingly meditative spacial and temporal standstill.
Badminton in Saigon ------Where there is people there will be badminton, just get up in the morning (5am!) and you will see them everywhere in the parks, young and old, men and women, good and bad, ugly and beautiful. There is a club too where the players look and speak just like the players of BMK sodermalm, NYC Badminton, Manhattan beach badminton, NYU badminton, as the world championships are held in Anaheim and everybody's talking about the mens' singles.....(I bet you were too)
Shooting in Saigon ------By the kind help of Mr. Stefan Pucci, a French Vietnamese filmmaker in Saigon the poem above gets images to support the words, in a truly artistic and intuitive way this is made possible by Mr. Puccis great generosity and dedication to the arts. There have been tiring early morning shots by the river at dawn, scooter/ferry images and the images of the alienated westerner in Asia that doesn’t fit in the old world and doesn’t fit in Asia, a Nick Drake type of esthetics. The result will be posted on the website and distributed over cable...Saigon is being wrapped up, as a healthy homesickness and longing back to New York emerges. Shanghai and the second leg of the “ifthereisalator 2005 world tour” is starting.
For your pleasure always
JRIII Sep 6 Second leg ------
Second leg of the world tour started well and is now going into its latter and most delicate phase, that one of the conquering of Ranier. Since the Chinese have control over internet there has been no possibility of getting money transferred from bank to bank meaning that the lumpsum of money needed for the expedition has not yet arrived and that might jeopardize the summit attempt. Time spent in shanghai has been directed towards getting to know the crazy clubs and bars, looking for bread in the same way that action was taken in Vietnam. Shanghai is a big city with twice the population of NYC and its growing by the millions every year, the economy seemingly amazing and one cannot but be impressed with all this being accomplished by communism...... well....
The emperors daughter ------Who’s the daughter of the emperor? I am looking for the daughter of the emperor.
Where is she? She is not here, she is behind bars.
(discomusic) - voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir? Who’s the daughter of the emperor? Who’s the daughter of the empress? Distortion, tormention….ahhhhh….. The Chinese Yakuza, I’m sure there is one. (never get so attached your baird gets full)
That’s my baby! Moves like a serpent, kicks like the bee. Almond eyes, honeysuckle nose, Lotus lips, skin soft as a princess pillow, When she speaks she says:
- U (she waits a while, then) - My emperor.
Ou est la seur de l’emperateur. Elle est encarcerne, derriere les bars. Est ce que vous etes elle?…. Vous, mademoiselle? Shopping in Shanghai ------Shopping in shanghai is what a westerner would find himself doing in shanghai even if its not part of his normal behavior, maybe it comes with the climate, the prices aren't that much better here.....and you get skinned all the time...especially if you're stupid enough to leave your creditcard in the atm and run into a cab to go to a meeting and don’t know where you are 1.5 hours later and discover that you have made the blunder of a lifetime and start to wonder what might happen on the mountain if one can be so stupid so far from home, where is home anyway? Luckily there was a phone to be borrowed at the blue ice adventure company, and Turtle helps you dial a very complicated set of numbers to get out of the country and call the bank that only had registered two unauthorized withdrawals on your account, is there an expression to be shanghaied, yes, it felt like one had been shanghaied and it did not get better once one had come over the loss of 500 dollars to Chinese intelligence and gone to the touristy Yunan garden where there is a Mac Donald's' besides the thousands and thousands of stores selling antiques and traditional stuff, all fake of course.....
-1200 for this jade-bracelet sir - ill give you 100 - buy this one then sir - I want that one - 700 sir - 120 - oh, no I cant do it sir - ok ill go - no, no no sir 400 last offer - 120 - then buy this one sir - no I don’t want that one, I want that one - cant sell it 370 sir, last price - 150 - 165 - ok
From 1200 to 165 one feels so good and don’t discover until when one comes home that the chinaman has slipped the cheap one into the package, one unknowing, and now packing and packing outdoor gear for tons of money and at the end of all of it looking at the itinerary only to find that the flight is not due in two but twelve hours.....sleeep and rest and forget bout China.
So, yours truly mixed up the arrival time with the departure time on his itinerary and that gave him an extra 10 hours before the actual time has come to leave this frantic place where an average salary is 120 dollars and a beer is 6 dollars.....some of course make a lot more and some probably a lot less.... I want the duck! ------
I want the duck! I want the duck! I want the duck! ....and its not like I haven't paid for it.
I'm sitting here and you're asking me what I want And I tell you Give me the fucking duck Are you deaf?
Yes I know you have the salmon and I know you have the chicken But I want the duck!
Sorry? You are sorry? You only got five ducks? My ass you are sorry, you are the devil and you’ve come here to torture me.
Gimme the fucking duck, and give it to me now! If you don’t give me the duck, i'm gonna hijack this here plane and take it straight down in the North Pacific with aaaall the people in it.
I want the duck and you’re telling me you cant do anything about it...... Its not like I haven't paid for it....
Believe me, I've been sitting behind the curtain many times and not had the duck, but now im in front of the curtain and it cost me a bunch to get me one of these fancy chairs and I have read the menu and I know what I want.
I want the duck I want the duck I want the duck!
...and you’re telling me there is nothing you can do about it? Its not like I haven't paid for it....
Sep 11 Drama on Ranier ------
And yes it was dramatic when mt Ranier showed itself in its pride. Luring the conqueror to think that it was an easy climb, majestically appearing and disappearing on the horizon this cliff stands 14400 feet up from the surface of the earth and is the toughest endurance climb in north America, mt Ranier where jrs' great uncle Sig Hall, the downhill skier, pioneered as an equivalent to what would today be called a ski bum...only he was 70 years ahead of his time along with a technique which he had developed in Norway going straight down the mountains of Sunndalen which was taken up by the US army first ski division in the 30's....unfortunately he hit his head on a rock and died on the mountain in -39 during the legendary "silverskies" race from camp Muir to Paradise cove, where a total of 75 skiers all started at the same time and only a handful made it down alive......
Having a good reason to visit the mountain JRIII took his trip also reconnecting with long lost Norwegian branch of his family in Washington state, well taken care of, the climb started with a mandatory climbing school which he tried to skip after seeing the forecast.... so that he could go a day earlier for the summit climb telling the guiding company that he had climbed peaks in the Himalayas as well as in Norway and the UK!!! Summit day was a little cool after having spent a day sweating on an almost melted dirty snowfield at paradise....
Gaining elevation the weather got worse and snow and high winds were ripping fingers freezing cold as the climbers and there guides desperately tried to keep warm on the mountain, after climbing for a long day, climbers could rest for a couple of hours before the summit climb would start in the wee hours. JRIII had reached the hut with a splitting headache and was not sure if this would be a great day for him....after all his training and staying fit in pursuit of his great uncles legacy...... altitude was affecting him to the extent that he felt drunk, sick and definitely lost his appetite for freeze dried foods....knowing that the only way out was drinking copious amounts of water and hyperventilate all night till the climb, much to hisfellow climbers irritation he started the painful process of downing 4 liters of water in combination of extreme hyperventilation to acclimatize in record time....thinking only one thing really....
If I walked in that door right now...... would you give it to me?
....drinking so much leaves opportunity to observe the heavens at night when water must be shed under the stars, the snowstorm had increased during the evening and visibility was virtually nothing as he stepped out to the john....a stinking little outhouse kept by the park rangers.....but as he returned from one of his many rounds he started to talk to the mountain and explain why he had come and that the mount Tahoma should let him get to the top because his uncle had don the first ascent on skis, unheard of at the time!!! in 1935 and that the mountain owed him because she had taken his uncles life and also the life of the love of the life of his grandmother (according to correspondence that he had read between his great uncle and his grandmother) and that this also would explain why she after having herded kettle along the sides of the mountain of Sunndalen (very steep) totally turned against her children doing anything that had to do with mountains and things that one could do in them....and that the love of her life, her brother , the tall handsome, strong and smart Sig Hall was to loose his life to her and that she owed to his grand nephew the honor of getting to the top and as he did this and suddenly felt the urge again to throw his water, so much in a hurry he didnt reach the outhouse, he went out and the weather had cleared and he could see all the stars of the milky way just like in Nepal years ago in kumbu climbing Imjatse much higher but just as beautiful, a soup of light and he thought that the mountain had heard him and his headache was gone and he could sleep, well acclimatized and ready for the climb......
...the wakeup call didn’t come much later but by then it had started snowing again, not much, but enough to make it a beautiful start with all the headlights heading for the top of the glacier.....long lines of climbers eager to get to the brim of the volcano....the snow increased and got worse and it got cold and 2000 vertical feet from the top they had tot turn back when the mountain guide with 280 summits on Ranier could not see his hand before him and much less find his way in the vastly crevassed glacier, now oversnowed and increasingly avalanche dangerous....that was the story of the climb....mt Ranier from sweating your rear end off in shorts and t-shirts to freezing it off in all the fleece and down you had, in 24 hours.
Coming down from the mountain defeated is never fun but one must remember that big cliffs like Madame Ranier need more than one day to be climbed....the steak dinner in total haze due to sleep deprivation that followed filled up holes in the organism and further induced sleep, the next morning it was time again to leave for southern California.
Sep 15
A baby is born in NYC ------A full version o JRIII's latest adventures will be served at the homecoming on the 19th and 20th of september, make a note in that precious almanac of yours. Due to public demand the openminded and most kind people of mother new york are expanding their party operation to include the astonishing Manahatta establishment right across the street from the legendary CBGB's and JRIII has gotten the ultimate privilege to join them and bring the jazz to the people that need it. So, not only will there be consolation served at the tables of the charmingly cosy Oliva on Mondays but now even Tuesday will be celebrated in the name of jazz with a little more legroom, space at the bar and leathered couches for those who prefer that to the intimacy of JRIII's homestead since almost two years, the beloved and intimate Oliva.....
Redeeming Jazz, Bites, Tales & Anecdotes, Cocktails & Consolation at: Mother Monday Homecoming at Oliva 161 houston at allen Mother Martes Homecoming at Manahatta 136 Bowery at Bleeker 8 to too late, as always.
Yours truly
JRIII JRIIIs' Jazzy Mother Mondays Tonite Monday, September 19, 2005 1:04 PM
The world tour is over. The eagle has landed.
JRIII
The fall of New York and the blues that comes with it by JRIII Saturday, September 24, 2005 4:02 AM
The heart of New York (and Shanghai) as summer becomes fall attacks in the frenzy of the people trying to make up for time lost under the midsummerspell. The pace at which the city beats is never higher than in these feverish weeks, it is a constant run against the clock. No one has time to reflect on the fact that the earth is round and the moon and the stars and the heavens. The lonesome poet might do so and the jazzmusician might stop between the takes to think but New York does not. Between trips to the vendingmachine when time is too scarce to collect any weight that must be shredded the advocate might but doesn’t, between the copymachine and the guillotine, while clients are waiting the advertiser might but doesn’t, because there is no time and the day has only 24 hours and no on can change that because that is the fact that we all have to work with, that and when the fat lady sings.
He shall not rant anymore but encourage to take a breath between the runs and offer tranquilizing music for haunted big city souls at Oliva and Mannahatta this week. Please come and enjoy a moment in time that will never happen again. Follow these links for art: Monday at Oliva: http://img399.imageshack.us/my.php?image=aggresivejazzmonday6qq.jpg Tuesday at Manahatta: http://img399.imageshack.us/my.php?image=aggresivejazz7cs.jpg
Sincerely
JRIII
Mother has jazzplans for you next week/ JRIII Friday, September 30, 2005 2:31 PM
...as God points his finger at the cradle of the only truly American artform and destroys it, compassion is deeply felt for a nation that holds freedom higher than anything else. I feel sorry for America. As an immigrant drawn to this nation by its only truly unique artform and its promise of freedom one cannot feel sadness of heart when it is evident that jazz has been pointed at and now must redeem to emerge as the Phoenix bird, what once was is no more and nothing is forever, not even diamonds. Jazz will fly again but New Orleans will now at its' best become a museum even if it is rebuilt brick by brick, not unlike like Warsaw, Dresden and Berlin after the great war or Aalesund after the fire.
Lying crumbled up in fetus position still wet behind his ears and smeared in fetus grease screaming like a newborn before his mother (like a new world before an old one) in despair over the devastation is understandable but does not necessarily keep the individual from celebrating the fact that not even Gods' finger can stop this music that we call jazz and though we all know that jazz is derived from misery and oppression it communicates the opposite and translates into brightness and light in the darkest of nights.
As the New York deepfreeze closes in and instantly becomes the cruel and inhumane place that it has always been, we will pay our dues like clockwork and in the name of the Lord go to church on Sunday, on Monday and Tuesday, In the name of Freedom, we will cast our balls-and-chains and choose to have our martinis shaken or stirred to some bad-assed, liberating (and uplifting at the same time) downbeats. People will meet and share in this congregation as humanity holds a promise of survival and yours truly holds a promise of screening a brand new black and white, noveau-film-noir jazzreflection on practical everyday shields against reality, "-Hello shoe", see below, a screening of the poem "River called Saigon" (shared earlier) from Saigon in collaboration with Mr. Pucci will also be facilitated and all of this accompanied in all honesty by the music of yours truly.
Monday: Mother Mondays at Oliva, 161 ehoustan at allen 8-muchlater
JRIII
Hello Shoe ------
Shoes protect my feet from getting beaten up and blistered, they are a perfect shield against the hard, cold and merciless surfaces of the concretejungle.
Sometimes new shoes can blister feet though, eversooften they are shiny andhold promises of happiness and self-fulfillment. (Prada shop)
I put my shoes on in the morning and walk with them all day until I get comfortable enough to take them off, mostly when I come home but sometimes if my boss is not around and I deem the office clean enough.
Don’t show the soles of your shoes to a chinaman, it is considered very rudeto do so.
Her are a pair of shoes making its way through the big city. Shoes on grass, asphalt, dirt, waterTransportation prevents shoes from wear and tear and provides pleasantenvironments where my shoes meet other shoes.
- Hello shoe. - Zup?
Shoeowners have little consideration for shoes own needs to be close to other shoes except for owners own needs to do so. (making out) Shoes in bus, taxi, subway, bike. Shoes are excellent for kicking things around whether it is a can, a ball or your bosses rear end prior to leaving an employment.
Every time I put my shoes on it feels like I am surrounded with love and it makes me feel less lonesome.
There are many different kind of shoes, I prefer sandals in the summer, though I put socks in them to prevent anyone from thinking that I am somebody, boots are good for winter. Shoes meet other shoes on their way but there is little time to deepen any acquaintances, they are more like ships passing each other at sea in the dark of the night.
Shoes come in all different colors, sizes and shapes. Mine are usually sort of neutral (when I don’t put socks in my sandals) because I like to keep a low profile. They are always 41 and a half in Euro.
If I didn’t have my shoes I would probably walk around like a savaged naturalist and live in a tent somewhere on the lower east side or in Tompkins Square Park or maybe in the south.
And for fun a W.S sonette because the sun is bright.
147.
My love is as fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did expect. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, At random from the truth vainly express'd; For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
The Friday invite for Jazz Friday, October 7, 2005 4:54 PM
The jazz keeps warm at some really great locations in Manhattan, strangely so very rare outside the mainstream establishments that charge astronomical sums for doing their museal duty of displaying heroes that once were great but do little to renew, bring the art form forward or supply it with oxygen.
With real jazz comes style and atmosphere, that’s why the coolest people in town dress up on Monday to cruise down town to Houston to Allen and elegantly sweep a couple of Sangrias (the best in town) because they know that here are the cutest girls (generously taken care of by an astonishingly competent bartender) and the most interesting guys that the city can produce all accompanied by JRIII's musical operation, serving as a catalyst to the crowd's exclusive content and ambience for great conversation on future plans.....and as of this month the opportunities to take part of these unique offers have doubled in that our generous sponsors the cutting edge in advertising firm Mother has expanded the party parcel of the week to include Tuesday at Mannahatta.
For the details: Monday: http://img153.imageshack.us/my.php?image=afrojazzlt0bt.jpg Tuesday: http://img283.imageshack.us/my.php?image=flyermanhatta020ky.gif Yours truly
JRIII
killer Jazz week in NYC Friday, October 14, 2005 3:40 PM
The jazz comes with a desire to spoil its' listener with oral love, unconditional in its' nature the nature it flows like a river relentlessly flows towards the sea in pursuit of resolution and final rest before the sun comes up and evaporates it for another round of jazz.
Your invites:
Monday Mother Mondays at Oliva, 161 ehoustan at allen 8-muchlater http://img439.imageshack.us/my.php?image=posteroliva3zk.jpg Tuesday Mother Martes at Mannahatta, 316 bowery at bleeker 8-muchlater http://img439.imageshack.us/my.php?image=poster1fj.jpg Image excerpt from the poem: River Saigon http://img439.imageshack.us/my.php?image=riversaigon20sj.jpg Image excerpt from the movie: Hello Shoe http://img439.imageshack.us/my.php?image=heloshoe3ntsc24zg.jpg
Peacefully
JRIII
Jazz in the big Apple Sunday, October 23, 2005 5:18 PM
In order to make ends meet, artists, poets, troubadours and jazzmen always mix meals at their venues with sides at Wendy's between shows and that how it's always been. Forever is a strong word and not always allowed. Jeans should be worn and sometimes torn but always the right way, sometimes big but never too big. Jazz in the big city never wears jeans but still creates good vibration all around and the combination of cocktails/ bites enhance the experience. This is your weeks jazz treat from yours truly always.
Monday 8-late Mother Monday at Oliva 161 houston at allen http://img397.imageshack.us/my.php?image=mothermondays10246ww.jpg
Tuesday 8-late Mother Martes at Manahatta 136 Bowery at Bleeker http://img397.imageshack.us/my.php?image=mothermartes10258nu.jpg
In Peace
JRIII
Haunted Halloween Haiku jazz in New York Thursday, October 27, 2005 10:10 PM
Play it jazzband you know that tune that longs and cries at the same time. Let America be America again.
(On 125th There is a platform
From high and up I look down. Beautiful Black Babyboy and his mom.
We are inside the car now November is on its’ way)
Halloween is here!!!!!!!!! we remember our friends and celebrate. Monday 8-late Mother Monday at Oliva 161 houston at allen http://img478.imageshack.us/my.php?image=demonicjazz122dk.jpg
Tuesday 8-late Mother Martes at Manahatta 136 Bowery at Bleeker http://img478.imageshack.us/my.php?image=demonicjazz223uq.jpg
November in jazzy NYC Friday, November 4, 2005 5:11 PM
The jazz continues in astonishing Indian summer settings. The big city turned winter to summer. We believe in the American weather but it is getting crazy. Reliable intelligence tells us that the insurgency lately has been putting all its efforts into controlling our weather in such a manner that it will in the near future impose a threat to the nation. By omitting large quantities of C2 and Nitrogen into the atmosphere and transporting those via air to big metropolitan areas in the free world our avenger intends to contaminate us with superbugs and surplus of oxygen due to the resulting overvegetation.
People think that everything is OK because the weather is nice when it should be rotten, thereby winning great public support on the immediate grassrootlevel. It is a smart move and another confirmation of our avengers' slyness. But its not OK! We want our shitty November back! The November that chills anyoneperson exposed to the bone, and makes the person cuss the harsh world putting him in a place cold as one can imagine hell. The icing headblast on 3rd ave biking uptown for work and badminton is what we need, although we don’t and you wont hear this guy complaining anymore. We still need to keep the jazz cooking and her are your invites for this week:
Monday http://img346.imageshack.us/my.php?image=s11077jg.jpg Tuesday http://img346.imageshack.us/my.php?image=mothermartes11088uv.jpg
Observations the evening of November 3rd:
Divided in desires ------Wandering around Aimlessly in the city Nighttimes.
Like a rebel without a cause Divided in desires.
Brother Bleeker ------
I like Bleeker street. It’s my favorite street, going West.
Sometimes I take it East too. Against traffic it becomes more troublesome. I do it cause it is my favorite.
I like the name of it: Bleeeeeeker. It sounds kind, like brother: brother Bleeker. And it makes me smile, like when you say cheeeese. Right before the picture snaps.
But mostly I like it because it’ s asymmetrical, It breaks the square structure of the numbered streets by going West and South, North and East, at the same time.
A Night in November ------
My friend has a new toy. His “Triggerfinger” is an Octapad, but smaller.
…the wonders of technology never seize to marvel the human soul…. ..and we need not fear any longer, those moments of loneliness.
An elevator brings us to the ground where we part…… ….and I see Phedre as a fully structured game of badminton.
Aphrodite, humiliated tells Hippolyte a lesson: Always to respect her though the son thinks so ill of his fathers’ weakness.
Expecting a clear to the backhand corner, he retreats, whereupon the goddess gently drops the birdie by the net. Humiliation.
The darkness tells us winter, but the heat is unreal. Never before has November felt like this, I glide through it on my bicycle. The wind comes from California.
Wendy’s sides again ------In the line, on the phone: - Yeah and I tell you, I’ve found the cheapest way to get fed in New York. - Yeah? Where? - It’s at Wendy’s mama, you take a Chili, a sour cream chive baked potato and a side salad. Boom, full meal….. Silence - ….. It’s 3 dollars baby, you can’t beat that. - Wendy’s? I would never go there…I’ll never set my foot there! - You being snobbish about it? You, who are a starving artist like myself? Well, of course some of us don’t have parents that buy my art and pay my gym-card……Come on! It’s cheap for crying out loud!
Jason, I met a gingerbread house tonight ------On the sidewalk, en passant, outside a bar on Halloween, a group of young people smoking:
Girl: - Jason, I met a gingerbread house tonight. Jason: - Yeah? Girl: - ...yeah, and then I met Superman, Peter Pan and a crew of tall, gorgeous blonds dressed as flight attendants from Virgin airlines. Jason: - Wow.
Mannahatta nov 15th! Rare special performance and screening nov 15th at Mannahatta Mother Martes By Herstay, founded by the coreographer Monica Emile Herstad who for three years worked as the prima ballerina of Master Min Tanakas’ Butho company in Tokyo. Herstay has become a major international cross-cultural dance company and film production unit. Herstay is having a very special reception this evening don’t miss out, there will be lots of Europeans coming.
Herstay presents:
Live dance performance: come what may video: Come what may, fetish is the observer & recollection of an unlived life
Survival strategies and self-control created in a dialectics between inner movement and surface aesthetics, guiding the audience to enter a meditative state of mind, wherein the observers meets their own pulsation.
JRIII presents: live: jazz, spoken and screened jazz images from the big city by JRIII
International jazzexplosion, housewarming, unofficial babyshower & butohdancing Wednesday, November 9, 2005 3:09 PM
Dear friend, time is running out!
Please be adviced that you cordially invited to share these unique jazzofferings: Thursday 10th in Stockholm, Sweden 6pm jazz at the lawfirm Winge on Norrmalmstorg 2. Saturday in 12th LA, jazz at the Santa Monica Theatre 6pm, fanfares shall sound in addition to feel good jazz. Sunday in lA, housewarming and unofficial babyshower for Mr M.P's baby. 6pm 2121 james m wood, JRIIIs residence, please RSVP, there will be alcohol. Monday 14th in NYC, jazz at oliva 1616 ehouston Tuesday 15th, jazz, special screening and butohdancing at Mannatta, 316 Bowery.
Enjoy
JRIII Monday http://img346.imageshack.us/my.php?image=s11077jg.jpg Tuesday http://img346.imageshack.us/my.php?image=mothermartes11088uv.jpg
Rare special performance and screening nov 15th at Mannahatta Mother Martes By Herstay, founded by the coreographer Monica Emile Herstad who for three years worked as the prima ballerina of Master Min Tanakas’ Butho company in Tokyo. Herstay has become a major international cross-cultural dance company and film production unit. Herstay is having a very special reception this evening don’t miss out, there will be lots of Europeans coming.
Herstay presents:
Live dance performance: come what may video: Come what may, fetish is the observer & recollection of an unlived life
Survival strategies and self-control created in a dialectics between inner movement and surface aesthetics, guiding the audience to enter a meditative state of mind, wherein the observers meets their own pulsation.
JRIII presents: live: jazz, spoken and screened jazz images from the big city by JRIII
Free admission for all, drink tickets first serve basis.... 9pm-late
2x Tinseltown, Gotham and Stockholm next week beware and enjoy! Wednesday, November 16, 2005 5:28 PM
This month has been and will be totally insane due to the blessings and curses of modern jet-traffic. Last week covered distances of around 10 000 miles! or 383 marathons in less than 4 days. Recent studies say that modern Jet traffic is one of the #1 cause not only for jet-lag but also for intercultural identity crisis amongst more and more globalized populations. People that geographically and genetically cover several continents and cultures quite simply don’t know where they come from. I have a friend who went to church everyday of the week cause her mother was Hindu from India, her father was Moslem from the atlas mountains, her grandmother Christian from Ireland and her cousins scientologists. She was raised on an island in the south pacific and longed for the cold and harsh Scandinavia without having any kind of connection there, very odd. Next week includes a performance at the Getty center in LA as well as one in NYC and one in Stockholm. The plane is soon leaving and we only hope that the pilots are fully sober and don’t blindly trust the autopilot like some pilots in Siberia do under severe intoxication.
JRIII has once again the undivided pleasure and honor to perform for the brightest minds in the universe. California has the highest concentration of Nobel prize winners per sq ft and one would think it has to do with the smog or the nice attitude but it just happens to be that none of them really come from California....but we like California anyway. The Gettycenter is an oasis with a great view on clear days. Goddard's Masculine et Feminine will make the Manahatta setting and JRIII will for the very first time ever perform solo before a white wintersetting in the beautiful Restaurang J in Nacka, right in the entrance of Stockholm, Sweden, songs and tales for grown up kids.
JRIII November 21-27th
The Getty, LA, USA Monday nov 21st, 6-9pm http://www.getty.edu/visit/ Manahhatta, NYC, USA Tuesday nov 22nd, 9-late http://www.mannahatta.us/index_flash.html Restaurang J, Sweden Nacka Stockholm nov 27, 7-9 http://www.restaurantj.com/Rest_J-NS/j_mainframe.htm Fly High!
JRIII PS: LA imáge
I love my place in LA It has a futon, three tables, three chairs, a toaster and a stool, a stove and a fridge, a shower and a John.
Soon as I come in through the door I’m breathing deep. I am home, and can only hear humming-birds outside my window.
The artist lives where he can afford the rent. My neighborhood is rough.
Jetlagged it’s hard to go to sleep sometimes. Hungry I try for food. All is closed, but a drive-through on Olympic.
The burrito you get is by far the worst you’ve ever had. Hard working drunkards stand in line for them. I wonder out across Alvarado.
There is a woman in a pink bathrobe lying in the boulevard right next to a shopping cart filled with pink attire, leg up, hand up, kicking, screaming: - Help! help! Somewhat randomly.
Her cries are muffled by the sounds of cars and buses trying to avoid running a living creature over. When I get back I hear the sirens of police. They will take her back to Skid Row, but the cart will still stand, in the corner of Alvarado and Olympic. Jazz Santa is coming, White Xmas a fact, NYC-LA calling Sunday, December 4, 2005 5:59 PM
The Christmas carols telling us that we are dreaming of a white Christmas come out of every speaker as the first snow is falling over NYC city. It is winter now and New York is falling apart under a white cover. Many things seem to be happening simultaneously at a remarkable pace. It seems that JRIII is going to be Jon Rekdal Trio from now on to avoid any misunderstandings when he enters bigger venues such as the Madison Square garden, the Avery Fischer hall and the Coca Cola club.
The never ending tour took a halt this week when the eagle landed in NYC with an intention of not sitting on an airborne vehicle until mid February next year, but as it came about it now seems he is going back to California to score a movie in which many of his friends from Sweden along with great American actors go for a very intricate journey from LA to las Vegas. Shows in NYC will continue hopefully indefinitely so come down and check out the true jazz of New York, the jazz that has no resemblance to Museums. Jazz Santa is coming to town! he handing out jazz carols to those who need it waiting for our savior....
Mondays, 8-late Oliva 161 E Houston at allen
Tuesdays, 9-late Manahatta http://www.mannahatta.us/index_flash.html I hereby enclose an observation made during a concert with the ark from Sweden made under a light intoxication (1 beer), in NYC, enjoy.
Venus Love Goddess (homage au l’arch) ------
Venus, love goddess, the way u dance, like snake, slim, sly.
Venus love goddess love, do what yr body tells u, tells me love, tall, snake, spread snake, rub your body snake Venus love goddess, against my body. Dance, lovedance, love Venus love goddess, because one of us is gonna die young, one of us is gonna die young.
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/Humbly in peace
Jon Rekdal III
What would Christmazz be without a Xmaz jazzmatazz in the jazzcapitol NYZ, free XmAZ mp3z from JR111z, holiday Thursday, December 15, 2005 10:31 PM
Beware of the wulf!
Time now to make up for sins before the year is over.... this is the time to give. Artists give music, jazzmen give jazz, jazz gives freedom and ability to think about what can improve therefore they improvise and no one can really know what comes out in the end until they actually witness the jazz being served live, right in front of them like a plate of tapas sizzling outta of the kitchen at Oliva or that soft and well hung tenderloin at Manahatta...... Note before you open the Heineken can you be sure of the never disappointing taste of what might probably the best beer in the world.... Promises of great moments will be kept as the crew remains intact during the holidays, that beat will go nowhere but get interlocked to the crew, groovin and twistin those notes so they bounce off the wall right into the sodas of the fortunate listener.
Trio on Mondays, duo on Tuesdays. This week the trumpet performance pick up again, this time at Rhone fancyschmancy meatpacking joint on Gansevoort and the promotor says there is free bottleservice at JR111's table for those who rsvp!!! if you don’t just jay you are with the JR111 crew and you're in.
JRIII recommends a browse to the updated version of JR111.com, get your invites, download the Zmaz Zong, movies, words for your pleasure, have funetc, aint nothing wrong about that. JR111 never thought of himself as a graphic designer so it might be a little rough for some....
Like the old General Custer, be rough, be ready when the xmazz jazz is shifting gear!
Monday dec 22, 8-late Oliva161 E Houston at allen Tuesday dec 23, 9-late Manahatta 316 bowery @ bleeker Thursday dec 22, 11-muchlater, Rhone 63 Gansevoort Street Places where JR111 usually plays: The Getty, LA, USA Monday nov 21st, 6-9pm http://www.getty.edu/visit/ Manahhatta, NYC, USA Tuesday nov 22nd, 9-late http://www.mannahatta.us/index_flash.html Restaurang J, Sweden Nacka Stockholm nov 27, 7-9 http://www.restaurantj.com/Rest_J-NS/j_mainframe.htm
Enjoy
JR111
PS: Badminton can be rough on some joints but it saves lifes, join NYCbadminton.com !
Christmazzday for jazzSanta, your holiday invites and Xmazz card fr JRIII Monday, December 19, 2005 5:17 PM
What happened to Santa? Check him
out! Get yr holiday invites and special Xmazz card from Yours Truly Mondays throughout the holidayinferno http://img241.imageshack.us/my.php?image=intoxicatingjazzoliva8al.jpg
Tuesdays throughout the holidayinferno http://img241.imageshack.us/my.php?image=intoxicatingjazz1af.jpg
Yr xmazz card, compliments from JRIII http://img241.imageshack.us/my.php?image=jriiixmazlt8dc.jpg
JRIII The jazzbear is back Saturday, January 14, 2006 12:35 PM
Its like the bear in the woods. He walks around looking for food. Sometimes he stumbles over a deer or an elk, or some sheep and eats them, but mostly he wanders with no greater gastronomical success.
Its cold and rainy in the woods but he has a good fur that keeps him warm for the most part so the bear is kind of taken care of in that sense. In the fall there are blueberries and other fruit, the bear loves that, he likes the berries and the fruit because they tickle his taste and the colors are bright. In the spring he goes down to the river to pick salmon, lots of bears go down to the river for the salmon bash. In the fall he is very busy with the berries and lamb and calves that have grown fat over summer, they all taste good in spite the lack of preparation.
The bear is fairly happy and has no big worries really, he eats whatever he can get and is perfectly happy with that. The bear is always looking for the time of year when he can go to sleep and forget about the cold and dark winter season. All the animals in the woods including the birds and the insects tend to find harmony and piece within the realm of their community, apart from those, like the bear, that find peace in walking alone.
So, anyway, there is one thing that is very hard to find in the cupboard of nature. We all know how good chocolate tastes or how nice it is to eat a cookie or custard…..and the thing that make those things so nice is the sweetness, that rear taste that has always thrilled animals as humans and also been part of their diet. The bear and the other animals don’t know how to refine sweetness from plants but the bear knows for surely how good it tastes to nimble apples that have been lying on the ground for a while, they even make him a little bit tipsy sometimes. Sweetness can be found in berries too but most of the times they are bitter and sour, that’s why the bear likes blueberries better than cranberries.
There is one thing, however, that the bear and all the other animals in the woods go totally nuts over. Its so sweet that nothing in the world compares in a million years, and its so hard to find it rarely happens more than once a year and when it does it is the highpoint of that year for sure, the utterly satisfying feeling of sticking in a paw in the frenzy of a latesummer beehive, licking it off and eating it with wax and bees and all is nothing but a fiest of incomparable magnitude. That sweetness so rare in the jungle or the forest make all the animals and insects go nuts, one can only think of the poor bees that try to protect their treasure by hiding the hives deep inside rotten trees or underground...when the bear gets the smell of it nothing can stop him from tearing it open and suck every little ounce of sweetness from it. Honey must be what for the bear what a lovely lady is for the loner.
More tales and tones for you this week:
In New York City USA! Monday jan 16th: JRIII jazz Mother Monday at Oliva, 161 ehoustan at allen 8-muchlater
Tuesday jan 17th: JRIII jazz Mother Martes at Mannahatta, 316 bowery at bleeker 9-muchlater.
Returning to the city of cities to launch the jazzcampaign of 2006 in an attempt to save the jazzspecies from extinction after spending two gigantic weeks in Tinseltown with master Director, Writer, Producer, Music Editor, Final Cut Surgeon, Mr B Larson, eating giant hot pastrami sandwiches from Langers (alvarado & 7th) and finally doing what the artist intended upon coming to America by scoring his movie Kill Your Darlings featuring a magnificent cast of american and swedish actors, Fares Fares, Alex Skarsgard, Andreas Wilson etc... (will open in april at a theatre near you), in an apartment from the 20's converted a to recording studio, near Mac Arthur park that not too long ago was the epicentre of crack cocaine in southern california...(that was a long sentence)..., can be rough. The sun is always shining in Hollywood and if one should be miserable its better to be that at least some place where the sun is shining. Someone said that the weather is warm but the people are cold and nothing fits LA better than that although of course there are brilliant exceptions to that rule of thumb. So when the artist is done with the composing that always gets so much better when exposed to that utter solitude, sometimes, maybe its better to be a place where its cold but the people are warm. The magic of New York City and its' ability to embrace it's people with love underneath the harsh surface makes it a place that one always must return to no matter what the stakes of the campaign are as Napoleon might have said it.
I wish you a very happy, healthy and lovely new year.
Sincerely and in peace
Jon Rekdal III
Jazzmonday at Oliva with JRIII Friday, January 20, 2006 12:02 PM
The jazz is going strong at Oliva again. The intense stay in LA scoring Mr Larson's movie left the composer with only two precious moments of leaving his studio, once to go to the sound mixer and once to go to the beach, so it literarily was as if the trip never took place. Returning to the big city is always cruel, NYC is never going to be in the same state you left it should you go and come back. It is scary and comforting at the same time, in a parallel universe things never change here, people just do what they have always been doing, trying to stay warm..
The Manahatta shows have been cancelled for different reasons lately so it will be withdrawn from the itinerary for now, our stronghold and homebase Oliva is where we play and evolve with our audience that show up in increasing numbers, cheering up with innovative drinks, delicate food and tapas. The passerby musicians pull out their instruments, poets and actors join and every one is happy to be alive. It is understood that NYC is unusually warm this winter, no doubt an effect of global warming, it is understood that flowers grow best in sunshine, but shall we see the Hudson slowly by slowly drench the island of Manhattan and turn it into a modern Venice? maybe by then Brooklyn and Jersey would be gone already, people would have to move to other states or take refuge in the skyskrapers. The jazz would be suffering no doubt but maybe then the time would be right to open the yellow gondola taxiservice and put a jazzman in each to entertain it's audience while slowly being delivered to their destination.
JRIII jazz proudly presents In New York City USA:
Monday jan 23rd: Mother Monday at Oliva, 161 ehoustan at allen 8-muchlater
Sincerely in peace.
JRIII
New Songs, New Year, Free Songs, Free Year & Jazz 4 Free. Friday, January 27, 2006 5:46 PM
Ain't no business like showbusiness.
In the new year, the turbulence of last year (very rich in hurricanes) has given birth to much new music. JRIII has been playing clubs around the world for many years now without having made any recordings of it. The last album released by him was made almost 15 years ago as a non profit record to address the fact that jazz should be free, no less remarkable that he is still alive.
His survival can only be credited to those who hold their wings over him in times of resistance, those who wait and hope in spite of the uncertain discourse. Little is known about the future but at this point and in great gratitude, yours truly would like to share with you some unique recordings of new and old material in the surroundings of his trio as it sounds in NYC at the moment.
If you log on to www.jr111.com you will find the songs for the new year and do not hesitate to spread the message before the wind so that it gets known to the world that here are songs offered for personal joy and maybe even reflection.
In addition to this, there is of course the possibility of catching the band as it hosts it's weekly Mother Monday at Oliva. Our dear bartender Wayne has left for Asia again, he's fixing up his house in Honolulu before he ventures into the Far East scouting new markets and opportunities for himself (like people did that once upon a time came to America did going west)...and hopefully yours truly....(good luck on your ways). We will have another bartender, a handsome Frenchman born in Africa who used to run the show many years ago, no doubt a good replacement though it must be said that his foregoer through extreme intelligence and long hair had an unprecedented ability of like flies on dung, attract the hottest flies and mosquitoes in New York around his bar, apart from yours truly of course...... (well, well)
Your invite Www.jr111.com
Enjoy
JR111
Monday Night Saturday, February 4, 2006 2:28 PM
As NY Weeks fly and seasons pass, at the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, a year has gone, a decade.
All attempts to manipulate its' course, rest in vain.
Hinako had a collection of Dresnon poems and I stumbled on one that should be shared.
Midsummer's eve
The shreds of your torn dress Catch on climbing roses, on the morning mists While walking, you mix with lilac an thyme With flowers of other seasons and another country.
You go toward the woods, of the edge of which A path opens echoing with faraway cries. In the valley, the light midsummer's' day is disappearing Night, brief night, has already lost its way.
Young girl with beautiful breasts, without guiding light I've seen your sisters before. You're not the first one To lose your way running through gardens and fields.
When you forced your way through the hedgerow The brambles clawed your thighs and face And they grew pale at the sound of a new song.
Mother mondays continue, jazz and poetry, people coming together fighting off the apathy in solitude in front of the dumb box, drinks and food and mutual understanding of the fact that it's fun to be cheerful. In NY things are very much for real and people do go out instead of staying home (which so much easier to do but so much more likely to end up like it always does).
JRIII is playing in New Orleans in mid February and will be touring sweden in april, if you know anyone who might be interested in hiring the operation on a non-profit basis, please let me know...
Mother Monday at Oliva, 161 ehoustan at allen 8-muchlater Your invite @: Www.jr111.com Your music @: Www.jr111.com For consolation & comfort go to: Www.jr111.com
Humbly
JR111
My Bloody Valentine & more love than you can handle, free online music & live performances by JRIII Friday, February 10, 2006 7:21 PM
Some of them were paupers some of them were kings But they were all the same, in their shame The chain of broken hearts
Hank williams 1954
Come on down n enjoy jRIII at its best, whole and happy broke and shattered all welcome....or log onto www.JR111.com,
Live on Monday , after venturing into the dirty southern Delta swamps. Brand new take on an old song, My Bloody Valentine (goes with the picture) Your invite, www.jr111.com
The Date is Wrong (should of course be 13th) but everything else is Right. At Oliva youll get a taste of more love than You can Handle. Bring your date or your bleeding heart. Cheating hearts also welcome.
Oliva Monday Feb. 13thl, 161 east Houston at Allen, 8-late
Travel safe and be welcome always.
Beware New Orleans! JRIII s coming to reconstruct and make you rise like the Phoenix bird this weekend. He will transcend the spirits of Satchmo, King Oliver’s and Bix’s hot fives, there will be healing offered by horns sounding. Dr. Hoffners kindness of heart will be regratified for sure as they take on the shattered remains of the cradle of the only truly American artform that is Jazz and embark on a journey through the surroundings for such plays as Streetcar Named Desire (in which Marlon became Marlon) and others….
…..and thread the grounds of what used to house the nations finest most exotic whores before the operation was shut down in the twenties and the jazzmen making them dance had to go north to Chicago on steamships up the Mississippi. fresh cut instrumentals on JR111.com:
One made for a movie yet to be filmed about a shabby hotel in the desert. shabby hotel
And one dedicated to my composition teacher Dr. Katia Tiutiunnik (http://www.cenart.net/katiatiutiunnik.htm, http://www.amcoz.com.au/comp/t/ktiut.htm) whose struggle, love and dedication to music is nothing short of astonishing. It is a work based on a scene from a short novel Viktoria by the Norwegian author Knut Hamsun, a remarkable lovestory from the turn of the 20th century. In this particular scene the lovers are introduced to eachother. It is a phase of transition were love is born but at the same time death prevails, as with all processes. It is also the name of the Swedish princess whom I had the pleasure of entertaining at her father's 40th birthday. This is work in progress and the ambition is to have it performed and recorded by a chamber ensemble shortly.
Viktoria
New New Orleans Friday, February 17, 2006 11:21 AM
Come on down to Oliva again, fashionweek is over, the blizzard has passed and the valentines are gone. We can get back to business. We will jazz it up for you big time this Monday for sure with Paul on the bass and Gil on the drums, yrs truly on keys and sobbing and occasional bypassers on additionalinstruments.
While experiencing the big easy for the first time I was left with a sad notion of what an insane scenario is plying out in the south, it is hard to grasp the level of devastation but here are some attempts, there all posted on the website with some new songs too.....the city surely has a magic aura still and in not long these times will be forgotten.
Mother Monday at Oliva, 161 ehoustan at allen 8-muchlater
Your invite @: Www.jr111.com Your music @: Www.jr111.com For consolation & comfort go to: Www.jr111.com
New New Orleans
Ladies in hats. ------
Ladies in hats, Never seen anything like it. Ladies in hats, In bright colors, red, blue, turquoise
Broad are the brims. It’s Saturday Tea At The Windsor Court.
Ladies in hats, And small princess like children girls In hats, Having tea and canapés as they always have done, to the tones of a trio, lush and light stating clear that jazz was born because there was class and culture and much needed entertainment for..... Ladies in hats.
(Thinketh and stated the jazzman, then he steered his steps To Mother’s for a Jambalaya and their last piece of Pecan pie.)
Voodoo Jazz ------
Hey Jazzman, Don’t forget to put a little voodoo in your jazz the kind that magnetizes and mesmerizes that kind of black magic voodoo that can make a woman change her mind and bring an enemy to his knees, that mysterious force of life and death that lies in the churchyards of the French Quarters,
That voodoo that makes your lover Ill when you pinch a doll and makes your lover love you back When you love her.
Basin Street Blues ------
So sad to see Thousands of homes Broken to the ground. Families and dreams scattered before the wind,
Houses are empty shells have they no soul , no life, no heart.
I cry as I pass block after block of disaster Disaster zone, houses down, houses burnt, Destruction, death, no life, all gone, just broken brickwalls, hearts and poor boys debris.
Basin Street blues, Basin Street blues The blues is down on Basin Street A treaty on lives of thousands that Were blown away and suffocated, Destroyed by nature.
Basin Street blues, Basin Street blues What is a sad heart longing for? When so many sad hearts cry and their mother blew them away. What is my sad heart saying?
I’m here, In the cradle and no one rocks me to sleep New Orleans Is dead, my love is dead, and so am I, so sad, so sad I am, My mistress.
My love.
February Gust Sunday, February 26, 2006 8:11 AM
In the last days of February 2006 New York is standing in perfect sunshine, the gust is pining through avenues and streets ruining what could have been a beautiful spring day but life and the jazz that comes with it goes on. We proudly present JRIII's soon to be 100th performance at Oliva and welcome you all to share is with us and all our good and beauuuutiful friends.
Monday 27th of February, tomorrow!!!! jazz at oliva 161 ehouston at allen (1st avenue) call 212 228 4143 for reservations (Jazz is free but have a bite n grab a table)
Your free invitation to live performances, music, films, poetry n more on this weeks update of...
WWW.JR111.com
This weeks special: Pro Eto Part 1 By V. Mayakovsky translated by JRIII (Photo shoot with photographer P Sehlstedt for NYC and Metropolis successfully finalized, images to be published soon)
The travels of a poem into cyberspace Friday, March 3, 2006 12:53 AM
How this poem traveled into cyberspace . It was during the second leg of the "Ifthereisalator" world tour of 2005. My beard had grown long. I was on my way to a performance at a wedding in Saigon but the bride had disappeared, she was nowhere to be found, and as I thought to myself, well it seems to be a trend, brides bailing out in the last minute, noting particular about that, I took no notice of it. I had been exposed to some this new way of thinking prior to my departure and learned from it, besides, what can you expect when you get invited by someone you do not know very well, to the dark side of the world, at 5 am in a very loud club, in a very big city, hammered, blowing trumpet, a jazzman..
When I arrived at Miss Lois guest house, recommended to me by globetrotter Wayne and discovered as the authors choice in the lonely planet guide when I had to buy one (realizing the bride was gone). I went to a cafe with pcs round the corner from Lois and sent a last random email declaring my arrival. To my astonishing surprise, the bride responded immediately and my solitude in Asia was mortified in a blink of a split second. My dear Flo and her lovely panache of amazing people from around the world embraced the poet and brought him into the finest rooms of an empire that had been reconstructed under a red flag.
I had already been grinding out some words, they were free flowing chunks of ice immersed in tropical heat and stench, floating, they were coming out good, I thought, but who was I to tell?
I lost myself to the soul of these fierce, mild and beautiful people in a city called home, named by a river. Met the coolest cinematographer and projected my ideas for some images accompanying the words. We went out early at dawn, straight from the club. As the city woke we captured the image of the alienated westerner confronted with the east, the peace and the anguish that comes with it. Time was sparse, I was moving on. I never got to see the final picture.
- Ill send it to you, Mr. Pucci said.
I left for Shanghai and was eagerly awaiting the moment when I was to go to New Orleans with Dr. Hoffner. The hurricane struck as I was watching CNN at the Rosenzweigean manor. Called him up in Hawaii.
- I guess were not going to New Orleans huh? - Guess not, not right now.
I met up with long lost family in Washington, climbed Mt Rainier and got snowed in an hour from the top, had to turn back, damned, caught my breath in Los Angeles and came back to Oliva where Wayne was serving the drinks. Got dumped on arrival. Miserable and waiting for the images of the river poem, the wonderful Flo was coming into town from Hawaii, with the images. I told her to send them but she wanted to give them to me.
- Ive seen the film, its fantastic!
…she said (over a broken up cellphoneline from Honolulu). It was Halloween and I was sitting at a party in NYC (that I was not invited to) waiting for her. A never ending flow of people in clown costumes were entering the venue as I was sitting there. It got so late, I had to go home, the day after she was gone. Later, Dr Hoffner comes in to town from Hawaii, he doesnt know that Flo has the images, I tell him:
- Bring the images next time, said.
We meet in LA for a sail in Venice but he has been everywhere but back in Hawaii so he doesnt have the images yet. Its early in the new year now. I go back to Oliva, where Sebastian now serves the drinks. Same procedure, dumped on arrival, still miserable and waiting for the images of the river poem. I get a call from Dr. Hoffner.
- Come on down to New Orleans dude, I got the DVD.
Heartbreak as the companion of environmental devastation together make a terrible partnership so the trip was as one can imagine not very uplifting, even though a big chief provided some highly appreciated delta entertainment and Dr. Hoffners company and expertise, as always, pleasant and inspiring perspectives..and maybe now you want to know who dr. Hoffner really is and I would tell you he is my private psychiatrist and gives me the most wonderful and uplifting pills..but he is not, Dr. Hoffner is just an ordinary Dr. who happens to love music ..the jambalaya was good, not to mention the fattest oysters I have ever seen, much less bitten through..a wonderful mountaineering chat with the lovely Mrs. Kimberly at the Windsor.. So there you go river Saigon, Saigon-Honolulu-Bangkok-LA-New York-Honolulu-New Orleans-New York..and transition into cyberspace is complete, voila!
Topanga Pictures and Made in Vietnam Films proudly present: River Saigon, a filmed poem 30mb River Saigon, a filmed poem 8mb written by Jon Rekdal III, visualized by S. Pucci.
Bihn Anh, Evening Reflection, excerpt mp3 Pro Eto Part 1 By V. Mayakovsky translated by JRIII pdf selected poetry newsletters Triptyk, for piano, cello and clarinet pdf
Were lining up for our performance at Oliva on Monday, don’t miss out, if you’re in town, there will be poetry for sure, but of course jazz, jazzz, jazzzzz
Monday march 6th 8-late, at oliva 161 ehouston at allen (1st avenue) call 212 228 4143 for reservations (Jazz is free, have a bite n grab a table)
Unofficail sources have it that the movie starring a whole lotta great people" Kill your darlings" http://killyourdarlingsmovie.com/ is goint to be featured in the Tribeca Filmestivalthe movie contains great acting and a lot of music by JRIII.(crazy woman above is the maintitle)
Summerseason NYC, jazz and film is good & labor day for all Monday, May 1, 2006 2:47 AM The summer season starts at Oliva....jazz will be coming fresh off the stoveagain, windows will open and people come in from the streets to chat and jam...NYC is dressing taking off it's clothes and showing it's face as we will watch the ladies talk and try to impress by laying out sweet rhythmic patterns and seducing harmonies....mexican immigrant policies might lead our cocina to a strike and our sympathy is with them and all workers on labor day as beers and ham is taken care of by wayne and sebastian behind the bar.....
Today Monday may1st Oliva 161 ehouston st at allen 8 –late
....and there are still two chances to see the movie of movies by the ingenious mr bjorn larson....."Kill your darlings" at the tribeca film festival, scored and sung by yours truly. wedn may3rd 7pm KYD 102 north end ave Thur may4th 11.30 pm KYD Amc 1998 brdway at 68th Don’t miss out, people like it in NYC....
Peacefully
JRIII
Tonight!!! Summerjazz in the city, Mother Mondays are back w JRIII for real Monday, May 8, 2006 12:43 AM
Tribeca is over and Kill Your Darlings (Killyourdarlingsmovie.com) had a great following amongst the NYC audience, many people actually liked the music which made the composer extra happy, think im gonna put some track on jr111.com.....new friends were greeted and embraced such as the son of one of Kerouac's buddies who himself happens to be involved with shorts.....the gipsy crew whose charming assistant director and daughter of an operasinger and a ballerina spoke the queens English and held a job as a caretaker of autistic children, the mustache growing sanfran profile whose mustache is soon to break into Guinness book or records (wadirum.com).....hmmm and zoophoriamusic.co, and the north westerner whose company actually has a staff of film workers that lets artistic people with no experience of the media make film for them, like Orson welles once did, and the cameraman who has a van with 2000+ cameras that all work and will take your picture...(cameravan.com) .....lots of fun lots of fun....
.....sadly the jazz had to be shut down last Monday because of the Mexican immigration bill that had the kitchen strike and put us all out of work, so this week has been hard on the rent, but tribeca took care of the food (great lounge, lots of sandwiches and healthy juices if you have a pass that is and I did cause Jonas went back to swdn and handed me his, thnks JO)....it was may 1st and the rest of the planet, apart from usa and asia don’t work because its a holiday for workers....for the most part, anyway, im getting too old for holidays, cant remember when I had one last...the jazz must go on and it will, tomorrow, that is almost today.... summer season will begin and we will keep the jazz cooking for the length of it at least....before there might be some touring in September.
Currently yours truly in a heavy production phase for old Swedish clients looks forward to letting off some steam behind the keys and mics....serge the fluteman has promised to bring his silvermember....we will open the windows to Houston and let the motors accompany us as we flow the beat and listen to the drum, suddenly we make jazz our religion and lifeforce and feed on the freedom that an improvisation can give a person where freedom is hard currency, there will be poetry for sure and words hammered out from our collective subconsciousness materialized in tones, maybe ms julie comes for a visit, im sure a lot of people are gonna show up, its sort of hanging in the air cause its been so long...this letter sucked I know, next will be better.
NYC Mid May Mother Monday Jazz debocle for the days of wine and roses w JRIII Sunday, May 14, 2006 7:16 PM
The Jazz is playing again at Oliva tomorrow. Paul will slap the strings of his giant fiddle, Gill fiddle his sticks and kick the drum, Serge will frantically exhale into his silverbone and JR lay out the board with his hungry fingers. Ladies (the species not even Nietsche could figure out), leisurely clad this time of year, will bump into the sound and magnetically in a trance enter the room to worship the comfortable and conversational atmosphere that is jazz, romantic for some, challenging for some, too free and radical for some, but always jazz.
The composer currently under tremendous pressure writing a big piece for the radio symphony orchestra and a huge tv production and another tv show and a commercial so there is little time now to elaborate further other then these few lines about the jazz and how it remains.
Stay summer warm.
In peace.
JRIII
PS: You invite, consolation and entertainment....www.jr111.com
Oliva Monday may 15th, 161 east Houston at Allen, 8-late Free marshmallow iced devils jazz food cake! Sunday, May 21, 2006 7:26 PM
Beware good people of the free mad marshmallow iced devils jazz food cake as we serve it tomorrow, if you put it in your freezer it becomes like ice cream, not very healthy no. There is hope just as long as there is jazz. There is hope as long as there is jazz. We will play it for you and hope to put some marshmallow icing on the devils food so that it rocks. Saw a great band at nublu the other night, guy playing trumpet, a base, a drum, raw n frantic, made think id like to do something similar, havent rocked the bugle in a while, since my djs and party promoters got domestic I guess....hmmm what else, check out the updated website www.jr111.com
Monday 6th 8-late, at oliva 161 ehouston at Allen (1st avenue) call 212 228 4143 for reservations (Jazz is free, have a bite n grab a table or grab a table anyway)
In peace JRIII
Most Massively Memorable Mother Monday Brings on the Jazz Sunday, May 28, 2006 1:55 PM
Dont bore yourself to death in your house on the shore far away from the city, even if the temperature is on the rising and in comparison to sweating cats and dogs its nice to chill on the beach, it soon becomes very little interesting for the modern person more at home with hard cash and foxy ladies than with waterbugs and sand dollars, so join the crusade from the Hamptons back into the city tomorrow for memorable jazz that will last much longer than those mosquito bites and carry no nasty side effects or carry any possible bird flue viral infections.
Monday 6th 8-late, at oliva 161 ehouston at Allen (1st avenue) call 212 228 4143 for reservations (Jazz is free, have a bite n grab a table or grab a table anyway)
In peace
JRIII
PS
Follow the blog on the commissioned work for the swedish radio symphony orchestra on http://www.sr.se/cgi-bin/p2/program/index.asp?ProgramID=2614 (Yours truly will be in Stokcholm for the big broadcasting event when the symphony is being performed by full choir and orchestra on june 17th atskansen, sollidenscenen.)
For all other reasons log onto www.jr111.com
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060606 you have been warned of the jazz-d[m[n Sunday, June 4, 2006 10:15 AM
It is all a numbers game, sometimes planets line up in a perfect eclipse, it doesn't happen everyday, who knows if it ever has or ever will but one can say that if it hasn’t, chances increase by the minute they will just as if it would if it has. In our case we were convinced by the Romans that the year had 365 days except for some and that the hours of the day were 24, 7 days a week etc and then again when the Romans fell we started to count from zero again cause some were convinced our savior was of course born on the first day of the first year and now we have come so far as to the sixth year of the second millennium which means that there will be a perfect eclipse of sixes.....060606.....or 666 if one would prefer that, I write this knowing that is should bakcup my hardrive first....anyway ive always been obsessed with numbers and this poses special responsibilities for those of us who are.
010101 I wrote a story called "I love you as" I was in Havana trying to flee an obsessive compulsive witch who had thrown some bad ju ju on me and left me as obsessed with her as she hated me.
020202 I painted a picture called "fireblossom" to capture a countess of great heart, passion and intellect who had been incarcerated by the count in the tower room of their castle, after declaring her love to a painter of words.
030303 I wrote a symphony in France after having crossed all the timeszones of the world in pursuit of the perfect place to stay for the rest of my life.
050505 I had found that place and wrote a poem called "nation at war" .....and on the day of the sixth perfect numbers eclipse of the second millennium after our saviors' birthday:
060606, my ode to New York the true Metropolis will be released on www.jr111.com for those who can read music. I do not dear to release the prescored version who would let the world be able to hear how it is going to sound because it will be performed, recorded and broadcasted by the Swedish radiosymphony orchestra and choir on the June 17th for the very first time so it will have to wait until then...... check out the blog...... http://www.sr.se/cgi-bin/p2/program/index.asp?ProgramID=2614
All good things come to and end and things seem to line up along planets now to guide an artist in new directions, things will change shape as we move into summer and start traveling again, the jazz d-m-n will still haunt its old hunting ground but it might also be time to find new ones, good effort has been made to keep what is still good as good as it can be and this will be the case even in the future but no extraordinary risks will expose the artist for terminal danger, as art is an endurance game precautions must be taken that the artist first of all survives, second of all lives a good life. Where risks in art are a necessity, risks in real life might wrongly be translated into a necessity by the artist. There might be a move uptown to the wealthy sex-in-the city land though he doubts it. If that be the case runs will be take place in the park where fair maids exercise fine limbs as opposed to the sixth street track where overweight trash and heavily dressed homeboys mostly walk round and round thinking that there are only two laps to the mile. Three major TV productions are to be finalized and it must be so well executed that it will form the basis of a next step in music or the artist will forever be erased from the history books...then there will be a celebration of procreation in the city and it will be followed by another attempt to climb the mountain. As a parallel universe to all this runs the Ms Julie that will get her treatment closer to the end of the summer than originally planned. What will come of it is hard to tell, at this point a coldhearted calculation of payback for hardcore oatmeal, apple juice, lentils, rice and occasional offerings to the chinaman on the corner of b and 3rd will be in approx 10 to 15 years, but things might come up along the way..... I had a dream the other night. I was pulling out of a parking lot in a desert in a gorgeous old rusty brown low-rider pickup truck, immensely long, huge, beautiful American car..... I was going somewhere in a hurry, delivering something, backed up ready to go, put the pedal to the metal and boom, my front wheels fall off.....terminal stop. No time to fix the wheels, no way to get to the bodyshop. Better not to be in such a hurry if you wanna ride those fine old cars.
The jazz d/m/n will be invocated already 060506 so that we freely can see its chasing its tail around the world on the very day of the jazz d[m[n. I would like to encourage each and every person on our planet to make art on the one day of this millennium that aligns so beautifully straight along the number 6.....
Preparation and Invocation will take place at Oliva Monday 5th 8-late, 161ehouston at Allen (1st avenue) call 212 228 4143 for reservations (Jazz is free, have a bite n grab a table or grab a table anyway)
In peace JRIII
In a few hours now there will be jazz again at oliva, the beautiful place on 161 Houston street on the corner where 1st avenue becomes Allen street....notice is late I know but don't miss out it's the last show before a short summer recess. http://www.olivanyc.com/
JRIII is traveling overseas to oversee the interpretation of his new piece Metropolis for orchestra and choir, check out an excerpt of the score...don't miss the broadcasting on Saturday June 17th at 6pm GMT (Greenwich meantime)....on svt, Swedish TV and P2, Swedish radio, the program is called ønskekonserten, it is an annual celebration of music, the oldest program in Swedish broadcast history and quite comparable to BBC's "night at the proms" so needless to say it's a great honor to be part of it, yours truly bows before the soul who came up with his name at a time he was convinced that his name in the old world had faded from peoples memories.
The piece is an ode to the true metropolis and an homage to three of the greatest illuminati of modern times Stravinsky's "rite of spring", Strindberg's "Inferno" and Munch's painting "the scream". It's much to hope for to come even close to these great minds but as sources of inspiration one never lacks content and there has been no other ambition with the work than to come as close as one can to greatness, to the best of ones ability so please enjoy, it is my pleasure.
Metropolis will be conducted by one of the most distinguished young conductors in Europe at the moment, maestro Stefan Solyom. The means at his hands are one of the best orchestras in the world, the Swedish radio symphony orchestra (JRII's first love!!!) and doubtless one of the best chorales in the world the Swedish radio choir. So the performance will be a blast. You can catch the concert live at the beautiful Solliden Scenen at the famous museum of Skansen on the top of a rock overloocking the beautiful port of Stockholm, the diamond of Scandinavia, the metropolis of the north. I am sure there will be beautiful fair maids in summerdresses with flowers in their hair eagerly looking forward to their midsummers eve the rite of summer and light in which northern vikingblood pumps so hard that all norms and boundaries so well kept and worshipped in daily life are simply forgotten for a good 24 hours. http://www.orsymphony.org/bios/guestartists/solyom.html http://www.sr.se/cgi-bin/berwaldhallen/program/index.asp?ProgramID=1008 http://www.sr.se/cgi-bin/berwaldhallen/program/index.asp?ProgramID=1009 http://www.skansen.se/ www.skansen.se/pages/?ID=597
That was a lot of advertising, music should speak for itself, come down to Skansen on Saturday or later today to Oliva, it's going to be nice, windows will open towards Houston and the crowd will for sure participate, street poets jump in, passing by guitarists pull out their axes, and lovely ladies in skirts, distinct profiles and summer hats dance around the tables stirring their colorful vodka martinis whilst JRIII whips up the atmosphere pushed by his comrades Paul and Gil to unexpected heights in jazz and poetry, always.
Amen. JRIII
Oliva Monday 12th 8-late, 161 ehouston at Allen (1st avenue) call 212 228 4143 for reservations (Jazz is free, have a bite n grab a table or grab a table anyway)
Stockholm, Sweden, Skansen, Sollidenscenen saturday 17th 6pm GMT.
There will be jazz in Stockholm n possibly Uppsala for sure but the dates are not set as this is written so they are TBA....
JRIII tours, twists and turns Sunday, September 17, 2006 3:52 PM Recap ------
Lying in the hammock on the porch of a French colonial mansion in Phnom Penh Cambodia, surrounded by mangos, durian fruits and exotic birds, ones mind spins off in different directions......
May...-06....
....lets make a quick summary:.....the gigs at Oliva, that had rendered the artist unmentionable joy of inviting his friends to come every Monday for two and a half years straight, were terminated in June. The artist mourned this miraculous weekly occasion to see friends, play music with Paul and Gil, guest artists and passers by and turn water into wine.... but he managed to avoid to throw himself into deep depression by getting involved by longtime producer friend Maria and longtime director friend Allan in a film project overseas, as well as being commissioned to write afore mentioned music for the orchestra and choir in Sweden broadcasted live on primetime TV. Other projects were coming his way from the old world and he was planning a second world tour, after all the Monday nights had kept the avid traveler and globetrotter, uncomfortable with being pinned down in one spot for more than a month at a time, from this passion for a long time, something that had been good for someone used to live in a suitcase but also a little bit frustrating for the very the same reason....
...-06 june.... The concert at Skansen went well in spite of the fact that the first rehearsals at Berwaldhallen sent cold chill down the composers spine, only marginally tranquilized by the conductor Stefan Solyoms soothing words, promise of greatness, and the composers own blackout later, in front of the cameras on live TV (primetime dyslexia easily). Trip to Kallskar in the archipelago of Stockholm.....with mr Larson....and some scandinavian Liv Ullman like Valkyiries...
July.....-06
Ranier was conquered see below.....2nd sig hall memorial exp.... Back in NYC scoring a first job with the Ferritta agency and Stevo from jackass he embarked on a composer goes carpenter, like Jesus's father, tour through NYC and Sthlm, his hands are now rough and blistered....
Aug.....-06
Brilliant sculpturist, Ola Marklund, cousin and like the artist very good friend of the much missed, beloved and so sadly lost brother Camikaze is putting together an exhibition of nonfunctional furniture accompanied by a cd by the artist with music created in the harsh days after being struck with the horrible news of a dear friend and godfather of the artists firstborne sons transition and hardfelt absence. 6 years have passed and still not a day goes by without thinking about how someone can be killed by someone who is already dead. The exhibit will open in January -07, another collaboration Marklund/JR can be seen around the country of sweden for another couple of years at cultural centers. It is based on the story of Ali Al Kali, a childrens book character who wore all his clothes all the time, so he looked very fat when he for a fact was not.
...sep -06....
....first of all the performance at the alliance Francoise aka centre culturelle Francaise went well, the artist went multimedia for the very first time presenting films, poetry and music simultaneously at a cinema as proposed many years ago by multimedia artist www.herstay.net so southeast Asia were the first ones to experience this compound of the artist latest works in such diverse fields, a limited number of expats and khmai people saw the birth of a new cool, something that hopefully will be presented as an artistic program in other corners of the world (lets hope that there will be no technical complications on Macintosh's end)...maybe Stadsteatern in Uppsala since longtime friend and swedish theatre eminence Linus Tunstrom snatched the position as the big boss there..... NGO puppeteer Jane from Melbourne says life in Cambodge is fully possible for around 250 usd a month including insurance....(one that flies u into BKK if anything major should happen).....to b compared to the NYC where rent is at least 2k and insurance 400.
....The artists managers Anne and Sabrina in Capmbodge saw to it that the performance was effectuated by convincing the CEO Jerome of CCF that it would be a good thing, hopefully it will lead to a more extensive tour of the southeast covering Bkk, PP, Sgn, Shanghai n Singapore within not too long....
...Just as the artist is resting (under his tropical mosquito net, full on ceiling fan and ac) from an exhausting second evening in PP playing the Memphis PUB (with local hero Bonam Cambodian expat, guitarist, bandleader and singer magnificent) he realizes how lucky he has been meeting all these good people around the world. A promise of seeing the good Dr. Hoffner, Dr. Ysagolian and their posse of globetrotters who allegedly were here last week will probably be unanswered cause there are times believe or not when Drs. also have to work....
....The artist looks forward to challenge some locals in the very intricate game of badminton, last time in Saigon he gladly beat many locals on their home turf....before his performances at the Hotel Royal before one of the many princesses of Cambodge her highness Sita....
...Christmas is approaching, the artist is collecting his thought on an alternative christmas program for kids that will have great audiences gathered around the TV for an unusual experience, an experience that will salute the alternative and lead to a collective one embracing shared happiness as opposed to solitude.....might be beneficial for someone who according to reliable sources (www.myspace.com/vonmalmborg) suffers from a severe Bergman complex....talking of which the Bergman week in Faro Sweden is easily booked for next year.....Ang Lee was there this year....so it will no doubt grow insanely next year.....the great master was even there showing up in great spirits......
Morning light is entering the windows of his room in a french colonial mansion in PP. He must now take the opportunity to sleep while there is still time. The vampires will no longer be a threat so he can rest well before the tailors appointment around noon.
Gigs will be at the CCF Thursday, Memphis PUB Friday, Hotel Royal in PP, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday. The artist will go back to Scandinavia on Wednesday. Sep 25th he will be back in NYC in order to hunt down some gigs, plan is to go back to LA after some time to reconnect with the movie industry amongst others MOD, Soundluxe, Stimmung, Elias etc.....Sunday beach volley in Venice off Driftwood will be resumed, avid socializing with great directors such as Traktor, Fred Bond, B Larson, Q Tarentino, Linklater the genius that made "Slacker" (from Austin texas, according to Mrs www.DaphanePark.com) and others hopefully also resume.....James M Wood 2121…is waiting......
....maybe there will be a another Cuban documentary experience coming up including a creative team consisting of the artist and the artists' father, maybe the well known Idelfonso Ramos whose 70th birthday we celebrated not long ago, maybe along w documentalist legend mr Torbiornsson .....this will also hopefully be connected to the beautiful and lovely mrs weitz and her friends (www.rafilm.se) participation in the 25th cinema latino festival in Havana in dec...check out their work......
Rest thus.....ceiling fan, ac, dusk.....prinesses...... "when my mistress tells me that im young I do believe her though I know she lies, that she might think me some untutored youth, unschooled in the worlds false", shakespeare "el tiempo pasa y nos vamos poniendo viejos"....silvio rodrigues.
The Sig Hall memorial climb #2/ 2006 ------How far away doesnt then the lush and inspiring landscapes of Washington state seem to this, the Northwestern Territory, the last part to be populated by the intruders, good people though, from Scandinavia it seems, for the most part, those who knew how to break down big trees and farm in the cold and in the dark.
Seattle, the pearl under the constant threat of Tahoma, the sleeper……Mt Ranier, that took my granduncle in 1940….. she let him be the first one to climb her on skis and then she took him…..I tried to climb her in honor of my uncle last year but she didn’t let me (www.jr111.com, Sig Hall Memorial Climb #1/ 2005), I had to turn back……so I come back and kindly ask for permission this time and see if she’d let me up….she tells me she wanted me to wait for my uncles…..she says they needed to be there too, too much gravity, too much force, too much life and death to be only one representative of this blood…….we start with a day of acclimatizing in the meadows, I know im gonna feel like shit when I reach high camp so I go for an extra run, which becomes more of a jog at this height, it is less oxygen here, I run easily at sea level….the others stand and look and wonder why I run so slowly……
Climb starts in the morning as we come to our last break for the day were close to where my uncle must have had his ski splintered at high speed sending him flying over a wedge and head on a rock during the legendary silverskis race in 1940 (http://www.alpenglow.org/climbing/sigurd-hall-2006/).
Knowing im gonna feel like shit up there I down a quart of water, coming up the headaches strikes like clockwork I quickly down another two quarts..…suddenly I find myself exploding over the rim of a highaltitude facility loosing all the liquid, electrolytes and food I had been stuffing myself with all day long, damn. Back to square one, feel much better though without all that water in my stomach….. I need to compensate for the loss, but with no appetite or thirst it doesn’t go fast, one piece of a crushed Pringles chip and a small sip of water, one tiny little piece of jerkbeef and a tiny little bit of water, one m & m n a little bit of water and so on and so on for hours, till the wakeup call comes, much earlier than it should.
It is eleven o clock and my headache is gone but I haven’t slept and havent made up for what I lost in liquid and calories. Its dark and all the rope teams form a long line of Christmas lights as they start ascending the mountain with flashlights on helmet, axe in hand, crampooned. We serpentine our way up on ice and rock for an hour before our first break, time for food and water, not very successfully. The stars shine bright this moonless night, bright but not as bright as in Nepal, but that was much higher up and closer to the equator….. then…. next leg is harder, were going up the Disappointment Cleaver, there is a reason for that name, this is where you go up or go down, we walk it for an hour and a half, there is no stopping because there is no place where it is safe for anyone to stop, rocks are falling, avalanches…..on top of the cleaver, tiredness sets in….we’re higher up now, we’ve been climbing for hours, energy is running out.
“Ok guys this was the hardest part of the route, you have made it through the disappointment cleaver. The next leg is an hour and fortyfive minutes I need you to commit to this leg, there are no places safe to rest so we cannot take a break on this leg, understood?”
I’m running low on calories, the cleaver took its toll on this dude for sure, but I made it and I aint stoppin here, no way, though it felt like my uncle G in his 60’s walking in front of me on the rope was pulling me up parts of the cleaver me being unable to keep the right rope distance at some tricky spots. “I aint quitting, I aint quitting, we have a girl here from Colorado, she’s never been on ice before and I aint quitting before she does”…..its pitch dark and we climb again, for every break it gets colder, for every break more clothes on, for every break a significant reduction of strength and now 105 minutes of nonstop climbing up a very steep and it seems endless wall of ice. After an hour I start feeling numbed, my legs move but have no force, I almost laugh at myself and how little juice there is left in me, im very close to saying stop, I see myself literary throwing in the towel, which towel, and on whom, where? I see that I keep on putting one foot before the other and at the same time I hear myself exhale loudly to get as much CO2 out and as much O2 in as I can. Breathing is crucial especially of you’re low on juice. At one point terribly tired we get a break, the sun is rising in the east over the cascades and we can see that we have gained a lot of altitude. Its really cold, I lose my fingers, they get white and I cant seem to get them warm again, my uncle is feeling sick, he throws up but nothing comes out, he is very pale and has white frown around his mouth, his mouth is very dry, he’s not sure hell be able to make it. We are an hour from the top, one more hour, we cant even see the top, its just the same endless wall of ice….our guide puts my uncle in bivac, tells me I should get ready although I feel just as finished as my uncle….I hear myself say yes although I want to say no…I am doubtful…”You can leave your backpack here”, he says, he anchors it and I we go, step by step, slowly with no force left whatsoever, like in a coma, trance or something, one step breathe, one step breathe, left breathe, right breathe….breathe, breathe…im falling behind, cant keep the rope distance, my guide is pulling my rope, left, breathe, right breathe its sunshine morning already but I see nothing but darkness, breathe breathe… while in the middle of this coma, my guide says were up, we've made it.
“this is the summit, you’ll all get your summit certificates. If you want to write your name in the box its another fifteen minute walk over to the other side of the crater, it will be 15 minutes back and then you’ll have fifteen minutes to rest before the very long descent all the way to base camp”
I’m seriously ill but know that my summit doesn’t count unless I get my name in that fuckin book. My teammates are already half way, I rise from my pack freezing cold and utterly tired
“I need to put my name in that book, Sir” I say.
“I have had many clients come up here feeling like you do now and I they got over there and put their name in the book and climb very unsafely on the way down” I look my guide in the eyes and say, “ it’s not so much for me sir its for my uncle, Sir. I want to write his name in the book too, it should be recorded that he was here to honor his uncle but we had to leave him in a bivac just underneath the summit, I will climb safely for you, going down, Sir”
I start walking and realize again how tired I am, it’s three laps around the east sixth street track and only 2/3 of the oxygen away and it’s a beautiful day and the sun is shining and I’m on the top of this beautiful and feroucios ghostlike volcano. The sun is shining, I see some dirt over there by where the book is but I cant get my legs to move my teammates are already there and im not even half way and I say to myself that.... "You came to the top and that was pretty good and for that you can lie down in the sun for a bit and enjoy this beautiful moment", so I just lie down and look at the sky for a little bit until my guide comes looking like he seen the devil and wonders if I had fallen dead, but I told him I was just looking at the sky for a moment….he convinced me to go back and lie down on the thermarest instead which I did, knowing I would have to come back and put my name in that book some other day ….the others sure took their time coming back and by then I was freezing like a pig, I had a teammate take a picture of me cause I couldn’t find my own camera…I was not felling topclass on my summit picture…...
Descending was just a joke until first break, seriously dehydrated and with no time to even try to suck the hose of my bladder (waterpack), my legs were completely spaghetti. Ever tried to walk down even a little hill with the spaghetti kind of legs you get from serious intoxication? Well this was like that but hundred times worse because of the steepness of the hill and lack o2. For every step, I planted my axe and slid down on the spaghetti until I sat on my but and could plant the axe again. Reaching our first break, on top of the cleaver I asked to be behind our guide on the rope because my legs where spaghetti and I needed to be able to notify him over the cruxes of the very steep passage not to jeopardize my other teammates safety. Our break was over too quick, my mouth was completely dry and small pieces of nuts where still left inside making mouth and tongue feel like sandpaper, no time for rehydration, hose stuck in axle band, the cruxes that looked scary in the dark were easily passed and as soon as we got down a little bit my legs came back to normal….last break before high camp overlooking little Tahoma…..was sweet.
Lunch in Muir, oatmeal soup and raisins mostly donated to the from his bivac quickly recovering uncle….and then we slid on our boots as as much as we could in the slash on the snowfield. I pulled out a black garbage bag, sat on it with my pack on tummy and slid quite well but got a seriously wet rear end. Leaving the snowfield we jumped on our stilts down the scenic route until I coincidentally ran into my daughter, the first-born had already passed me cause he didn’t recognize me, everybody hugged and it was a great moment for dad had come down from the mountain. The burger and the steak that followed burned in the mouth as it had been dry for too long, I thought it had been unprotected and burnt by lack of sunscreen....…but it probably was lack of hydration....
Bottom line I wanna climb the b-tch with some style next time…..but for that I need a day in high camp to acclimatize. Lesson: train with pack, long extended runs at high resistance. My training had been slowed down from a knee injury after skiing for week in march. Last year I was stronger leaving high camp and didn’t feel tired at all so I had been taking a little too easy on the training this year I think. One day of chilling with my mum ,my kids and my auntie in the deep green woods of gig harbor, before the return to the burning hot city, where the composer went straight into a final mix supplying Stevo in Jackass with speedy circusmusic selling sneakers and the barometric pressure after the bloods departure left the artist with an insane desire to just erupt like Tahoma will some day.
NYC was unbearably hot this summer....
High Pressure ------
As the thermometric pressure soars above 110 with a humidity of 100 I travel the city and the subway with tremendous difficulties. As if the pressure in my mind and my root where connected to the barometric pressure I am ready to either kill someone or rape something see I one more of those creatures that have figures outlined by delights and back ends, hair curled by atmospheric humidity, ludicrously thin textiles clinging onto bodies skin soft from the heat and beautifully colorful eyes.
She looks at me and I at her but instead of her usual look-the-other-way- routine she looks straight at me, she looks at me and, I wonder a little bit if she’s really looking at me or if she’s looking at something behind me, but im sitting down on the 5 express and there is nothing behind me so I figure she must be looking at me, but today she doesn’t look away, she looks into my eyes and I look into her eyes and I get a little bit embarrassed cause she doesn’t say it but I can hear it. F me, f me, f me! im so horny now im about to explode, can’t you just f me right now?…..and as I leave the grasp of that look I think to myself, it must be the heat…cause this shit isn’t normal, just as this heat is anything but normal….
Carrying his bike up the stairs on union square he just happens to end up behind one of those creatures again and tries to force himself not to look up but he has to or he’ll fall and then of course his sick overheated mind starts smelling it and taking the clothes off it like if he would be a dog or some king-kong gorilla of some kind….so as gets on his bike in an attempt to escape from himself he bikes slowly past the crossing where he was hit by a cab and ended up with a tremendous hospital bill and five stitches that now are healed he asks myself if the heat has no respect for age…..
…..thinking these inappropriate things are maybe natural for an old and increasingly grumpy old someone who quite naturally has not gotten to taste the fruit in quite a while (but still obviously and foolishly enough thinks it might still be possible)…..and yet it’s strange how these inappropriate thoughts has been surfacing at high temperatures and humidity with undiminished force since the awakening of the self. Memories go back so long as to late summer mid teens and trips to the archipelago of Stockholm via Havana in October in the mid twenties when bus rides during full moon nighttime September could be amongst the most corrupting things the organism had ever experienced to this heat in NYC and the irresistibly inviting creatures that around walk in it. If I see one more rounded bun with a raisinraspberry underneath some pretend to be cover ill fucking kill myself, he insists within.
The Cuban experience made one think that we were all sweating so much that we feel like we would should we be walking inside a woman. I gathered that would be an acceptable Freudian explanation to the phenomenon. The feeling of an almost volcanic desire to explode is somewhat hard to explain but put in relation to the barometric pressure it makes sense, it also makes one think of Spike lees “do the right thing”. Linguistically one would ask if saying “she is hot” has to do with heat or the sensation of spicy foods. It is clear that those beautifully shaped creatures never look as hot as when they must sweat a little bit, hair curls up, pheromones all over the place, colors enhance, clothes get sticky, almost see through…….if I see one more of those ill shoot myself or rape something, easily, not kidding. Come see the artist at the: Centre Culturelle Francais, Phnom Pehn, Cambodge, sep14th 6.30 Royal hotel in Phnom Pehn, Cambodge, performing his own songs by the piano in the Elephant Bar, around 8pm sep 16, 18 and 19 Memphis PUB, Phnom Pehn, Cambodge, sep 15th around 10pm (Big thanks goes out to Anne, Sabrina, Jerome and Swedish Cultural Councilfor maiking this possible).
Yours JRIII
Rebirth of the Jazz in NYC & More Art, Music, Drama offerings Thursday, November 9, 2006 10:29 AM
Hallelujah there is Jazz! We're starting our cocktailing little Mother Monday jazz crusade again, this time close to the advocates and the bankers in midtown, we figured they would appreciate a little soulfulness in their harsh and rigid routines. Apart from our main objective to gather the most beautiful, illuminated, good looking and goodhearted crowd we will put a little emphasis on the food this time, with the dear help of Ms. Bengtsson, the founders of the legendary Ulrikas we will create the sweetest Manhattan Monday hangout between work and sleep for those who prefer to enjoy life, listen to live music created on the spot and meet good people. Ms Bengtsson will create sweet specials that go with good wines and JRIII and his crew will spice them up with the sweetest smelling and most groovily sounding jazz north of New Orleans.
There is a cover this time but if you rsvp we will put you on the list as our friend and you will receive special treatment and a full discount. Book your table at 2127441400. 501, between 48th n 47th, note theaddress....music between 6.30 and 9.30 pm so it's a little earlier....good for romantic dinner- jazz....or regular jazzcocktailing...
Get your flyer and check out the updated website for more background, fun things, words and music.....www.jr111.com
Scandinavian ventures:
The music of yours truly to be enjoyed Swedish TV....SVT channel 1 8pm (GMT, +6eastern, +9pacific time) 14/11 kl 21.00 på SVT 1 in Swedish.... TV-drama swedish-southafrican co-production. Score by Jon Rekdal. Kill Your darling Soundtrack and DVD release in the making... Art show with music by JRIII and art by Ola Marklund open dec 6th in Stockholm
Jon Rekdal Trio Live in Stockholm dec 12th and 13th at Berns. A quest in pictures ______I have been asked by my younger friends to tell about how I started making my living on the stage. As I start telling the story I realize that what I did in my quest for survival are things that now are represented in art schools all over the world, its called performance art and you can major in it if you want to. In my case maybe it should be called survival art because if it hadnt been for the fact that I needed the gigs to pay for my food and my rooftop I would never have put myself or my friends through any of it.
I had been away studying and traveling after college for a couple of years and when I came home I had no work, no one calling me to come and play so I started calling round to the very few places that had jazz. I mean I called everybody, hospitals, schools, libraries, kindergartens, student associations, jazz clubs, art galleries, banks, restaurants, parks, zoos, post offices, Mc Donalds, my phone bill was gigantic and I managed to get some funding by the cultural council cause I had some individuals in my band that were already talked about in jazz publications....I got enough to cover my phone bills, print a poster and quit the school I was attending for the sole purpose of obtaining a student loan.
My girlfriend had dumped me cause I was so obnoxious and it hurt so I called even more people as I was moving around town, staying with friends, renting whatever I could come across cheaply, eating only at gigs or by letting the establishments I played at pay me in food. We got a grant to go and play at the festival in Molde in 1986. Here we are after our show at the town square. Matthias, Ulf, lying down, and me, Joakim milder took the picture. No one is very happy, everyone is tired.
I realized that we needed to go further than the jazzmen I knew had gone so I started targeting hipper clubs and establishments, places where people would go as opposed to the jazz clubs and places we got booked, where no one came.
By then I had started to hang with an actress-scenographer, we stayed in a little room in a student hostel where nutcases from the asylums would run around with knifes and say that they would kill you, her scenography consisted of different things that we built but amongst those there were tossed newspaper balls lying around on stage, I thought that was fun…. I convinced the manager that we didn’t play straight jazz although our name was Jon Rekdal quintet and that we would pack the house with all our friends if he would only give us one chance, he was so rude and always hung up on me. One night as I was hanging out at the place to be in Stockholm at the time, a club called Zanzibar, I had made myself acquainted with the dj coming there numerous times getting fairly intoxicated bragging about how good I thought the music was, told him I needed a gig. He gave me his telephone number.....and I called him. Prince had released a project he called madhouse and the 12inch was spinning on all the clubs, it was instrumental and fit our format so I told him we played madhouse covers, not jazz. Still not convinced I told him we were dressed in wettex.....(a paper based material used for dishrags)....that we had a big painted wall behind us.....that we walked around in tossed newspaperballs....had rehearsed a dance routine.....that I recited my own poems.....in Norwegian...... that we had a soap bubble machine and very heavy smoke machine...... and last but not least that we had our own makeup artist that gave us a harlequin face every time.....he said well, it sounds a little more fun than just jazz.....hmmm, harlequins, poems, choreography....well I dont want a bunch sourpuss jazz hobos playing shit that nobody wants to listen to....no sir, I guarantee you sir.... and thats sort of how it started....I got the gig and we got exposed to an audience that never would have heard or seen us otherwise.....
it was very well received by the audience and we got more gigs at the club, suddenly we were the talk of the town. Playing all kinds of places, above all Tranan, a small place that was taken over by the great PG Nilsson and his friends, we were young, people had a lot of money and there were plenty of places to play....a year went by quickly and the year after we went for the boxer look, not so warm......
h sometimes we played private parties leaving our uniform at home like this gig at the Alvsjo badhus when Lars Sundh turned twenty something. We were rocking big-time.
In the far left corner with his guitar strap hanging down as he's pumping a funky groove you can see great guitarist Matthias Torell who was to become one of the greatest guitarists in Sweden, next to him sucking his sax, the newly appointed jazz doctor at the university of Stockholm, Joakim Milder, yours truly standing on a chair not to have his teeth destroyed by drunk people bumping into him, holding the mic is Eric Gadd, still at that point unknown but later to become a Swedish soul icon ( he was happy to come up and jam without getting paid at that point but when I asked him to come and do it ten years later for 7k he wouldnt do it) , to the far right you see bass virtuoso Marcus Wikstrom an ubertalented man that stills spellbind people with his great playing.
In the late eighties there was a lot of hair as you can see on this part of the picture, the ladies used a lot of hair pomades, spray and stuff, lipsticks and glosses, plenty of makeup, the guys quite clearly wore colorful shirts, and no one got to fuck anyone cause something called aids that was 100% fatal had come around....from apes to fagots and now no one was safe, you could even get it from kissing a person.....a whole generation got fucked up by that I can tell you.... may the eighties never come back,....but then again....work was a good way to not have to think about it and after three years of chastidity I had myself a career and had found myself a woman..... she bore me two kids, and they are beautiful, here is the firstborn, he is smart and makes movies, plays soccer for Hammrbys' elite team. My little girl is sweet shehas it with words, she sings, acts and makes beautiful drawings and jewelry.
I have many siblings....cause my fathers been quite a womanizer one could say, here are my younger sisters, one is an actress, one an ex ballerina and one is a philosopher, who is who?
this is my uncle in Norway harvesting his crops, barley for the most part. This is where I always come back, a place I call home. Ain't much happening there but peace and with peace one can do things.
I started to make music for films in the late eighties, suddenly there was some reward to year of hard labor. 15 years later I moved to Hollywood to see if there could be some bread to be earned there. I got to hang out with the beautiful ladies at some pretty fancy performances I did there
but the black dresses stayed on, the diet coke was left flat and the bread was locked in by people who had been there longer than me. I realized that I would get insane like most of the people I met or die staying so I moved to NYC when Paul and Linus opened their operation.with Rob and Andrew...
I winched a gig at oliva and we played for 2 and a half years straight.. That is a treat close to a miracle in a city where every other person is a starving jazz musician. Made a movie after the 3rd annual Tribeca film festival about a guy being ripped off by a girl who takes all his money and tells him get lost cause she needs her space.
three years later i wrote a score for a movie officially selected at the Tribeca festival. The hair had grown considerably.
This is a man in love according to Shakespeare, cause a man in love doesnt shave or change clothes, one should not hang like that with hands in the pocket, maybe hes just severely depressed. Whatever the case, an escape to the pacific northwest is uplifting for the human soul. Struggles in the east and struggles in the west, be there Jazz.///TONITE!!!!! Monday, November 20, 2006 4:38 PM
Jazz has the ability of bringing people together. That has always been my main objective with music, the songs are really just excuses to share the human experience. Last Monday at Roger Smith was no different. Moving uptown, good people and beautiful friends from all corners of the world enjoyed this occasion to dine and wine and listen to music in a civilized environment. Compared to our now so distant downtown nights, Roger Smith seems to be sheltering us from the worst bypassing downtown freaks, the atmosphere more that of the safe haven where music and pleasure makes the foreground than that of the uncontrolled insanity of the lower east side (which also of course has its charm....)
Dinner and jazz go together like coffee and cream, love and marriage. Our excellent chef Patrik in conjunction with Ulrika Bengtsson the boss have made a solid sweet tasting prix fix, three course dinner with a choice of fish or meat for a great price so enjoy. Book your table at 2127441400. 501, between 48th n 47th, note the address....music between 6.30 and 9.30 pm so it's a little earlier....good for romantic dinner-jazz....or regular jazz-cocktailing...
Proudly announcing from a stiff chair at the JFK after an insane attempt to venture west for a couple of days shoot for the aforementioned film. tarmac standstill at La Guardia due to strong winds before take off of two hours and twentyseven minutes resulting in a missed Detroit-LA connection, rioting passengers, a rejected offer of a cheap complementary hotelnight at the hotel 6 (20 dollars), a next flight departure after twentyfour hours etc...he got his but on the flight back to NYC.....that had been delayed for 4 hours....thank God...or else he would have been stuck in motown....it would have been ok if Tammy Terrell had been living there still but she doesn't anymore....and he had important immigrator meetings in LA so....the excellent directore magnificoo Erik Eger booked the actore a ticket on the first flight out of JFK with the actore on the line amongst rioting passenger with spiritair, badspriritair....so...he had to make his way back to the cousins couch (since he had been sofa surfing the last 3 weekd) for a short 1.5 hours sleepover...and of course as he stumbled up the stairs and to her door he couldn’t open it cause the chain was there that usually gets to rest nightimes...half an hour of good sleep was wasted on banging and screaming, until the poor girl woke up (with the rest of the building) completely terrified, opened the door and wondered what was going on....
No worries, just another day in my life, the artist uttered as she rapidly went back to sleep, and the artist hyped up tried to relax doing yoga and fell into deep sleep for 45 minutes, put on his clothes again....and ventures out in the night to catch another plane from another airport. Somewhat exhausted he arrives in the painful but healthy light of Southern California,
Read the whole story at www.jr111.com
Enjoy!
JRIII
Dinnerspecials, Jazz with Jon Rekdal Trio and Cocktailing at your convenience tonight... Monday, November 27, 2006 5:12 PM
Thanksgiving is over, we are all grateful for what we have and have been given although turkey for an artist is as little significant as gravy is for the bear.
As an artist one must try to keep calm and not overreact to certain unbearable things such as resistance in the making of art.
A film production is a gigantic voyage into the unknown where obstacles become routine. To my young friends I say that one must stay focused and strong to hopefully get rewarded when the time is right. That is of course a big gamble considering that the outcome is less than uncertain. According to my last obtained fortune cookie success is a result of patience.
The artist is faced with the usual agonies involved in staging any kind of drama, the twilight zone between what is real and what is not, read Stanislawskis My life in Art
Dinner and jazz go together like coffee and cream, love and marriage. Our excellent chef Patrik in conjunction with Ulrika Bengtsson the boss have made a solid sweet tasting prix fix, three course dinner with a choice of fish or meat for a great price so enjoy...this was last weeks special:
Prix fixe menu including Jazz $29
Starter Baby arugula salad with toasted walnuts feta cheese and balsamic vinaigrette or Baked brie with tomatillo salsa & chipotle
Main Swedish meatballs with mashed potato and lingon berries Or Lime spiked shrimp with cous-cous and asparagus Dessert Vanilla creme brule
Book your table at 2127441400. 501, between 48th n 47th, note the address....music between 6.30 and 9.30 pm so it's a little earlier than down at oliva's....
I leave you with these words and hope to see you at tonight's show.
Yours truly JRII
PS: For your flyer and more info go to www.jr111.com
Musik for dysfunctional furniture at Gummesson, Jazz at Berns, TV- shows etc.... Monday, December 4, 2006 5:55 AM
So this week will be a little confused as he rounds off his three week guest appearance at the Roger Smith hotel on 48th and Lex alongside our charming Ulrika and her chef magnifico Patrik....(performances will reopen in January) and wraps up the first leg of the filming and migrates east to the north eastern territories where the weather is cold and the ladies are fair...... where the artist will outline next a TV-composing commission for il directore moagnifico Mr Kaiser (probably involving the radiosymphony orchestra), some additional filming of the movie about Munchenhauser...shot on location in NYC and LA.... and tie up lose ends.....
New York ludicrously hot for being this time of the year. Fun things in the making for sure, the final outcome of a flow of consciousness.... triggered by a most unlikely, tragic and bizarre instance in which the artist loses a beloved kindred spirited brother, parents a son, a lover a lover and many brothers a brother. There will be more artistic expression as a result for sure but this was Olas and the artists very intuitive and instant reaction to a grief and sorrow that struck harder and more surprisingly than a tsunami and threw the many people into a questioning of their own reality.
In short as far it has been told, this is a story that has made headlines all over the world, known to most the hiphoper Lill Kim did time for perjury because of this. She had lied about her boyfriend having a gun at a certain time at a certain place, evidently the boyfriend, a hiphoper himself shot another hiphoper in the stomach. Bleeding hiphoper tried to escape in his hiphop van, put the pedal to the metal but died behind the wheels turning his vehicle into a bullet ending the artists dear friend and the worlds best commercial directors' life, smashing the well knows aqua grill in pieces. Everyone knows about the hiphopers, too few know about this and it's about time that the story is told. Case was ended in New York Court this summer. As you might know the artist kicked off Scandinavian hiphop back in the eighties with his hit, Summertime is Partytime...Telegram Records, featuring Papa Dee and Titiyo....I once loved hiphop but now I don't. It broke my heart, the artist says.... It is a true honor and pleasure to present this work that has been in the making for years and now finally as time has healed the instant blow is ready to be presented as two honest yet disparate and personal ways of dealing with panic, desperation and grief. Olas sculptures will blow you of your feet and the artists music for Strings, Bugle and Voice hopefully add a forth dimension. Sculptures can be bought and music, so rare for the artist, will be provided on a cd, that also can be bought from what the artist has been told. The work is presented at Gummeson, the oldest and most well acclaimed gallery for contemporary 21st century art in Scandinavia.
"Värk" (pain) - art and drama
Sculptures by Ola Marklund och musik av Jon Rekdal III Please come to the opening dec 6, at 6pm There will be wine and hors deuvres, vin o snittar Exihibtion is on until dec 17
Galleri Gummeson Strandvägen 17 Tel 08-661 94 20 Opening hours Mon-Thur 12 - 18, Fri 12-17, sat/Sun 12 - 16 Www.gummesons.com
After the opening of this event the artist will take his opportunity to also welcome you to the performances at Berns on the 12th and the 13th of dec, there will be great food served in the old newly reopended 150 years old dining room (just across the hall from the "red room", where good music has been served as a condiment since the times of the giant Strindberg.
JR will finger the old beautiful grandpiano, sobs in the m.i.c. and possibly pull out the bugle for occasional fanfares towards the smacked up audience, accompanied by his good-looking base and drum tracteurs. Musical guests (papadee, meja, tom levin, eric gadd, daddy boastin and many others are known to appear when he is doing his thing) and good friends are likely to congregate and share the experience of what music can do in terms of making people get together and enjoy their little window of time.
Jon Rekdal Trio plays at Berns Salonger, dining room, Stockholm, Sweden, courtesy of the beautiful patron of the arts, ranger for jazz and good music Ingmari. Berns dec 12th and 13th, 7-10 pm. Www.berns.se
Celebrate the coming of the savior of light in the darkest of times, Saint Lucia. She will come and bring forgiveness for sure. Maybe there will be christmas carols performed in a bossa nova beat as on the cd released by virgin sweden, probably still available for ordering at your local record dealer ..... Jons jul, from lennarts julkalender...
...talking of which and by the way, the artists first album is still available for purchase at www.bakhall.se.....it was recorded 17 years ago in the artists kitchen, an atari, a sampler, a multtracker and that's it for today. Humble reminder to check out the Cuppen, soccerscam, TV-drama on SVT channel 1, with music supplied by JR, starring Mr Skarskaarg Jr. Opening dec 13th, SVT channel 1, varldens modernaste land (most modern country in the world, now trailing everyday), new TV-show on swedish orginality and its origins produced by the brilliant yet beautiful Ms Af Klintberg, written and directed by ex Rekdal alumni mr and Dr by now for sure Fredrik Lindstrom....in congregation with no other than swedish academy member Peter Englund....i mean these are smart people....so watch out...
Peace and Joy.
Yours truly JRIII ps: A little reflection from Gotham
53rd and Lex ------
I step off the V and notice the temperature.
Tall black man plays his alto cites Bird and Ornette People in transit waiting
Further down the platform a homeless man sitting up but lying down dead drunk, wakes up suddenly mutters, rolls over on his back, grabs his pants and pulls them down.
Exposes red hair, white flesh. Seems not to mind that he lies on wrought iron bars makes sure first, then lets go of something that looks like chocolate. All this en passent.
Next, before the escalator. Short black man in uniform medals and only one leg, Veteran, begging.
Slowly ascending the longest escalator In New York City, I escape the underground and feel as if I have been intruding on these peoples' private arena.
Still this public domain must be a hobo's home.
------And the worksheet for the exhibition above..... -----
Killed by a dead man
A man has just arrived from overseas He is in love, Its summer, the wind is mild in summer and no one knows that today someone will be killed by a dead man
A man meets a friend, the furniture for his new home has arrived and his friend gladly helps him. His love is an ocean away but will come, he is making preparations and no one knows that today someone will be killed by a dead man
A man meets other friends for dinner. It’s dark now but they are happy. They talk of things they will do and dreams they have He announces to his friends the arrival of his love. Everybody is happy for him for love is rare and precious in the city and no one knows that today someone will be killed by a dead man
A man walks home, he is talking to his love and they are laughing, Longing like children to see each other again. Their bodies belong together. He loves the sound of her voice, it makes him happy just to hear her and no one knows that today someone will be killed by a dead man
Behind him a hiphoper pulls a gun and shoots another hiphoper The shot goes through a stomach and the victim tries to escape Behind the wheels of a car he dies. Machine goes wild, becomes a guillotine and a man is killed by a dead man.
Dead man killing living one strikes merciless fate
What can’t occur occurs in summer deceit late already dead man kills someone who is in love wonder every day I beyond comprehension so Like tsunami a sorrow strikes and spares man no
In desperation Tones and otherwise useful things suddenly loose purpose. pps: I've heard that there is a great documentary by swedish filmcollective Rafilm being screened at the popcorn festival in Stockholm, Sweden, Sunday dec 10th 4.15 pm, at debaser, medborgarplatsen. Name of the film is hitmusic it's about "red beans" first Swedish all girl hippieband. Www.popcorn.nu
Jazz a på Berns med Jon Rekdal Trio & guests imorrn o onsdag, happy holidays Monday, December 11, 2006 5:49 PM
Reporting from the capitol of Sweden, Stockholm.
The opening of Værk at the Gummeson Gallery (http://www.gummesons.com) packed the house full of anticipating press, friends and family. Ola and JRIII had a splendid moment, rounding off many years of hard labor at PA&Co as the work had been introduced to the public. samples of the music at www.jr111.com and soon to come, pictures from the opening.
Darkness is only absence of light. St Lucia is in her coming, we are waiting as Berns is waiting for the arrival of the Jazzman. He is currently sharpening his sword. 12th and 13th, Tuesday and Wednesday this week will be the launch of the unbeatable concept dinner and jazz at Berns (www.Berns.se), already well known from NYCs Oliva and Roger Smith, the grandpiano is getting its tuneup, artists are gathering, amongst others there will be a first performance of the song Avalanche written years ago in California, never before played in public featuring the guitarist of Blindside, Simon Grenehed (also featured on the recording). Papa Dee is told to possibly stop by, saxophonist Erik Hausler and guitarist Mattias Torell, cuban violinistvirtouso Santiago Jimenez and many more.
Showtime dec 12th / dec 13th, 8-10pm Berns, Berzeli park, Stockholm, Sweden. Avalanche to be downloaded at www.jr111.com
13th is also the opening of the TV-show (on 7pm channel 1 SVT, www.svt.se) Varldens Modernaste Land, featuring a rich selection of music by the jazzman. Produced by the brilliant Karin Af Klintberg and written by the magnificent linguist, writer and borderline and philosopher Fredrik Lindstrom. Don't miss. (If you know your Swedish)
JRIII's christmas carol Hård Jul (tough Christmas) can be downlaoded for your listening pleasure www.jr111.com An additional last minute performance by JRIII will take place at PA&Co Riddargatan on the 27th, around dinner time, we all remember how we were graced by the great actor Peter Stormare (Fargo, Pulp Fiction etc) last time we played, standing up in a little corner, flanked by Santiago and flanked by the charming and hard working ex Nettwerk signed artist Karin Strom (www.karinstrom.com)
A the artist in the name of eternal love extends his wishes for you to have a merry and peaceful Christmas, wherever you are.
Remember that beauty is to stay alive even if the road is rugged, that all hearts belong to a dream no matter what and that broken hearts stay broken until they heal.
JRIII
Wintersolstice, hurray, enter light. Merry Christmas from Stockholm Friday, December 22, 2006 4:30 AM
Pa&Co kept the artist alive when he cursed the music industry and they closed the doors for future possibilities in a market tighter than a rats back end. Bjorn Sturen call him when he had nothing more than a dollar to his name and offer him a gig when nobody else would, often at parties for rich people, advertising agencies or tennis tournaments..... come to the very unique performance at Pa & Co riddargatan Stockholm Sweden, take a rest from your family psychosis, hang out with good people, meet new friends. Last time the house was grace by the presence of actore magninfico Mr. Peter Stormare. Jon Rekdal plays, sings and sobs at PA dec 27th, 8pm, rsvp and ill make sure you get a table. No admission.
The gigs at Berns went well, under 120 years old crystal chandeliers the grand piano got busy, as everybody stepped in for an occasional solo and good time either in the bandstand, by the table or at the bar....there will be an additional performance...early jan.... Pics and live video soon at www.jr111.com
The exhibit at Gummesons went well, get your own Lament track off www.jr111.com
It was last day before Christmasbreak, we had sung our carols and said our goodbyes to the teacher. We had gotten our grades for the semester and I was in a good mood, I had gotten straight As. My dad and me we went together with my little sister into town to shop for Christmas presents. Dad was happy, it had been snowing and he skated on his shoes because they were so worn down he got the speed of a cannonball sliding down the winding little hill from my school to the subway. Soon a full story on Www.jr111.com Krister Linders http://www.kristerlinder.com/, fantastic performance this evening at Södra Teatern, a divine soul and God-given voice reappears after having battled his demons for 12 years, in a Rafael like painting stretching his hand as if trying to reach for the divine, asking forgiveness...... Will be written about when digested.....at www.jr111.com
Gustav III (1800th century, http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustav_III) never rose before 4pm in the morning, on must understand that living like a king is a good thing..... And when daylight is only 4 hours long, what does it matter if one misses it? He would receive foreign ambassadors in his sleeping quarters.
The trailer for 100 years of evil soon to be seen on www.jr111.com
An excerpt from the ongoing work ms Julie, aka a composers death will soon to be posted on www.jr111.com
Let there be light & Please Stay warm.
Thank you.
Humbly.
JRIII
A global pledge for freedom, art, music and wishes for the new year Sunday, December 31, 2006 5:15 PM
Hastily before my internet provider cuts the cable and the old year gets hung like Saddam. This year has been been one of many directions, kicking off with a magnitude plus heartbreak and moviescore in Hollywood, followed tightly by appearances at the Tribeca film festival, then venturing into Manhattan and Californian real estate via a divine combination of Jazz and Telemarking in Åre. In a prestigious commission from the Swedish Radio, composing a symphony for the orchestra and the choir, this time being broadcasted primetime, visiting Kallskär for the first time. Getting to the summit of Mount Rainier, losing Oliva and gaining Roger Smith, almost becoming a restaurateur in the process. Sliding off to Southeast Asia for performances close to the killing fields, rocking Phnom Penh hardcore for those who missed out. Being the chosen one amongst 700 to play the lead in a Woody Allen inspired mocumentary was fun and challenging and finally with the help of good actor friends and a muse from heaven finishing and boxing 60% of the artists first feature length film, the death of a composer. Represented at the Gummesson gallery and cheered at the Getty Center, Berns and Pa & Co, this year has lit up with a lot of content for sure.
I will therefore take this opportunity to wish you the very best for the new year. May this one offer you a healthy, rich and joyful life filled with love and care. Thank you for sparing a moment here and there, during this old year, following the fools discourse who choose do his best to stay true to a quest starting a long time ago. I hereby invite you to the next performance taking place at the Roger Smith hotel on the 8th of the new year....year of the lord 2007. If I get to stay in the land of the free permanently or for another term I promise I will do my very best to stir things up the way I have for the last 4 years. If you would like to consider the following, please do.
Freedom is not a human right as lebensraum decreases and regulations on immigration become more and more complicated. People from war infested countries, prosecuted and oppressed people all have hard times being allowed anywhere conditions might be better than where they come from if they don't get pro bono help from the lawyers to those who oppress them. People that come from developed countries, ancestors to those who built the great nation are not allowed anymore without meticulous scrutiny by the authorities (although some lucky few can pay their lawyers fees and get passed).
The increased difficulty in getting approved for freedom since 9-11 has partly been effectuated because there is a war on terror. No one must be allowed in, that would try to hurt the nation, quite understandable. One can not help thinking though that putting up unmanageable obstacles might also drain the intellectual, artistic and spiritual wealth of the nation. Much like one should not kill all bacteria cause some bacteria actually keep you healthy.
Yours truly has been on a personal crusade to save the true spirit of jazz ever since he was a little boy. His quest has lead him to the cradle of this art form and for years now he has been popping up in the big cities around the nation spreading the word that jazz can be fun, sharing, inviting and romantic. His offerings have also been shared unconditionally around the globe for many years now.
However now, standing on the edge of the abyss it is to say goodbye to freedom (once one has gotten a taste of it) yours truly would extend a pledge to you. The quest for greatness has made it difficult to pay the skyscraping fees that the lawyers want in order to put together an application and write a glowing testimonial in favor of the client. (greatness and greens it seems are unfortunately opposites)
Yours truly is about to apply for his permanent residency and in order to build a solid case he would like to take this opportunity to ask that you, in case you have ever enjoyed a performance, a song, a poem, music, a film, a story, a note, a thought (or anything at all that you liked by yours truly and that yours truly so gladly has shared with you in live performance, broadcast, news or his website www.JR111.com), please respond to this email by grabbing the already formatted letter below, copy it and hit the reply button on your browser, paste it into your mail, fill in the blanks, tweak it in any way you like as long as you brag about yourself and yours truly and push send. Your testimonial will be part of JRIII's file. I twill cost you nothing but a fraction of your time, your help will be an action in favor of the arts and yours truly will be forever grateful.
Feel free to spread this message to friends and friends of friends around the wonderful world that we live in.
Sincerely JRIII
PS: if you have not yet enjoyed the rich offerings, please visit the updated website (www.jr111.com) for music, words and images by yours truly, for your pleasure only.
PPS: JRIII performs at the Roger Smith Hotel Book your table at 2127441400. 501, between 48th n 47th, note the address....music between 6.30 and 9.30 pm ....good for romantic dinner & jazz. Our chef Patrik will have a three course prix-fix for your tasting pleasure
PPPS: for the nature of the writing below I truly apologize. One might think that the artist has been struck by a serious case of hubris. Rest assure that this is not the case, the artist is more than well aware of his flaws, the text is just formulated according to the nature of the matter.
Country______City______date ______
To Whom It Might Concern:
My name is ______I live in ______, I am a ______(profession).
I have had the privilege of experiencing the art Mr. JR III ever since ______.(time)
A/ I enjoyed his show in ______(place) in ______(time).
B/I have listened to his composition ______from the album______,
Film, ______, by ______.
TV show, ______,
Commercial______, (for______) website______.(if other than www.jr111.com)
Radio show______.
Ringtone ______. C/ I enjoy his poetry.
D/ I truly like his poem______.
E/ I love his video/film/documentary ______.
F/ For many years now I have been enjoying his writing in the weekly newsletter where he shares performances, recent songs and compositions, stories, poetry, films and such.
G/ I love the story ______
H/ I enjoyed his exhibition at ______in 19___
I/ I have performed with Mr. JRIII at ______(venue), in ______(place), in______(time)
His generosity and unconditional commitment to his quest makes him a strong profile seen, read or heard. His art is truly extraordinarily unique and inspiring. My JRIII experience is something I will always carry within.
Sincerely
______(you)