Jam with Talagda tribe at Congas

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I got to jam with some Talagda tribe members recently at Congas. Thirty minutes of immersive rhythm.. where one flute starts and another ends (amid a thicket of djimbe and two-string) I dunno... this is the cultural roots of the fire-etched flute I was given two years ago.

It is far from perfect... but to me the pleasure of music involves forming new patterns,  coherence and dissipation. I learned more about traditional Bukidnon music in a songtime than I knew in a lifetime.

The bottom line is, when you play with artists who really have their shit together, organized, you have to adapt.  Shifts appear, improvisational eddies. I may have to get this up... 

I am now combing through Cowachunga 3.2 - Sumuru... it is always like this, a hundred micro-passes before I am certain the new section is coherent, suspenseful, original.

The real problem is getting the bitter aftertaste of Philipp Kerr's writing out of my mouth. I long for a book that is clever, full of nuances, inspires me....but slim pickings on the Frendz book shelf at the moment.*

* Kerr's thick, unintentionally hammy WWII "Bondesque Nazi with-a-conscience" Field Grey is what passes for a literary thriller these days––should I take notes?

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