Devil

It’s amazing how far you can see
Depending on where you stand
Don’t want to pop bubbles, but, uh, I think he’s the devil 
Don’t want to cause trouble, but, uh, I think he’s the devil

You’re trying too hard to forgive
What you tried so hard to believe
Don’t want to pass blame but, uh, I think he’s the devil 
Don’t want to call names, but, uh, I think he’s the devil

By the way he lies, by the look in his eyes 
By his crooked smile, by his hair style
By his short fuse, by his pointy shoes
By the way he walks, I can read his thoughts

My opinion you’re dreaming lucky 
Maybe that hell guy made some moves 
I can only make suggestions
I can’t tell you what to do

Maybe you got confused
Maybe you just got fooled
Not trying to provoke you but, uh, I think he’s the devil 
I know you’re devoted, but, uh, I think he’s the devil

By the way he creeps, by the books he keeps 
By his ego trip, by his penmanship
By the songs he sings, by the gifts he brings 
By the games he plays, by the way he prays

My opinion you’re dreaming lucky 
Maybe that hell guy made some moves 
I can only make suggestions
I can’t tell you what to do

Devil

Featuring Windy Wagner

Hundred in the Shade

The boulevard’s not the same
Since they stopped the parades
And it’s over a hundred in the shade

No breeze from the gulf blows in
Get no medicine shows
And it’s over a hundred in the shade

You can’t hear the xylophones
No marches get played
And it’s over a hundred in the shade

The sky is a sheet of tin stretching on for miles
There’s not even litter in the street
The sidewalk is only there to blend in with your shoes
It feels like you’re counting on the blues

Instead of slide trombones
They play radios
And it’s over a hundred in the shade

The windows are empty now
All the bets have been made
And it’s over a hundred in the shade

“Music that has become quiet…”

Every so often the random chaos of the internet gives way to reveal a treasure of transcendent beauty. I was researching a digital recording application called a convolution reverb. This process simulates the acoustics of a particular space from samples of the actual physical space. An impulse response snapshot is taken from a concert hall, living room, auditorium, cave, closet etc. in order to simulate the acoustics. Once that is done, you can place a digitally recorded sound in a chosen environment. So, a prerecorded voice can sound as if it were recorded in any space imaginable. The system can even sample electronic reverb gear. I was researching Altiverb convolution reverb and was just amazed at the realism of the spaces. I was especially taken with the Teldex Recording studio and decided to do some research. I searched for current recordings made there and compared those to the application. Then I discovered a recording of the piano music of Frederic Mompou on the album, Volodos Plays Mompou. This is concise, introspective, mysterious music in the unexplored shadows of Impressionism. Mompou elegantly balances diatonic and dissonant harmony in the most subtle of ways.


At times his often improvisatory music has no key or time signature but it sounds perfectly natural. His family manufactured bells and he utilized the harmonic structure of those sounds he heard to develop “metallic” chords and ostinato figures. Musica Callada, “Music that has become quiet,” is just amazing. Mompou’s music is rare, delicate and absolutely transcendent.