HighBreedMusic

Monday, January 23, 2012 -7:00 Sharp

Tomorrow Nite Live @ The Breeding Ground, HighBreedMusic presents the Jazz stylings of the Curtis MacDonald Group. This “sleekly modern band”  (NY Times) is lead by Alto Sax Curtis MacDonald and comprised of Bobby Avey (Keys), Chris Tordini (Bass), and Adam Jackson (Drums). With complex counterpoint and deliberately winding melodies, this fresh group is eager to grace you with their definition of Jazz.

It’ll be an early evening, but we’ll be broadcasting the recording and video shoot by high quality live stream on NuMuBu.com. This Industry site is the .com for artist networking with 70 different types of profiles available.

Follow this link to the flashing “Watch Live” on NuMuBu.com or click HERE

http://www.numubu.com/profile.php?id=96580

See you there..!

AéAi

Hello, hello! We’re back with some more music we like!

Today we share the sounds of Curtis MacDonald and Erimaj. 

What is there to say about it? So much! Both of todays artists have received very warm receptions from fans and music critics alike. 

Follow the links and get your music education on! Trust me, your ears will be glad that your eyes are slacking ;)

Curtis MacDonald

“Alto Saxophonist, composer, and sound artist.”

Erimaj

Drummer, Jamire Williams’s Band shares “A cinematic outlook to music.”

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Good morning,

We’re off to a pleasant start this morning, Puttrooku has returned, kissed by some FL sunshine, and Bilkis enjoyed her second official weekend as a New Yorker in Times Square.

Behind the scenes, we were up to the usual…meetings, writing, planning. We all got a little freaked out by actually being able to get more than a few hours of sleep. No had felt rested in months. Crazy right? 

Wait, I just realized I titled this “go hard or go home” ha, wooops.  On that topic though, put energy into doing things that motivate you, do the things you don’t like and do them well, and remember to think about how what you’re doing influences or affects others-it always does. 

I’m riding out on (ironically) “I Can’t Get Started.”

Nikuvu

Have had a fantastic few days mixing a Montreal-based Jazz who, despite my best efforts, has little to no work to be done on their tracks. The musicianship really shines through when the mixing engineer hears only gold. Although a different style of music and a different topic, who is amped for the Inword show? I know I am.

-Buse

Aloha :)

Today, Puttruukuu and I battled with some pieces of writing. It’s not always easy to project the voice needed to most clearly communicate your ideas. It’s even more frustrating when you know what you want to say, or know that you can say it better. Ugh!! But we overcame, continuing to create more effective ways of expressing our points. Phew.

The audio engineers are hard at work on their songs and it’s hard to believe the sound keeps getting better, but it does.

This morning, Putruukuu (yes, spellings may vary), asked if I’d read “Sonny’s Blues.” If you haven’t read this short story by James Baldwin, and you love music, I highly recommend it!! Like, go read it, right now! Here’s an excerpt from one of my favorite moments:

All I know about music is that not many people ever really hear it. And even then, on the rare occasions when something opens within, and the music enters, what we mainly hear, or hear corroborated, are personal, private, vanishing evocations. But the man who creates the music is hearing something else, is dealing with the roar rising from the void and imposing order on it as it hits the air. What is evoked in him, then, is of another order, more terrible because it has no words, and triumphant, too, for that same reason. And his triumph, when he triumphs, is ours. I just watched Sonny’s face. His face was troubled, he was working hard, but he wasn’t with it. And I had the feeling that, in a way, everyone on the bandstand was waiting for him, both waiting for him and pushing him along. But as I began to watch Creole, I realized that it was Creole who held them all back. He had them on a short rein. Up there, keeping the beat with his whole body, wailing on the fiddle, with his eyes half closed, he was listening to everything, but he was listening to Sonny. He was having a dialogue with Sonny. He wanted Sonny to leave the shoreline and strike out for the deep water. He was Sonny’s witness that deep water and drowning were not the same thing-he had been there, and he knew. And he wanted Sonny to know. He was waiting for Sonny to do the things on the keys which would let Creole know that Sonny was in the water.

Read the whole story here

Whoa! Amazing.

This morning I felt like some Frank and some Ella, so I got to listening, and pretty soon we were all feeling pretty smooth jazzy crazy cool, ya dig? lol. And just like that we were all-stars!!

Tyrannosaurus Raxle

Papa BatEyez

Dr. Clemens

Surley Barker

Red Yurmine

Moolty Cax

Crazy, all the alter egos that come out in this place! We love it though, if you haven’t read Patrick’s blog from earlier this morning, he nailed it. We’re here, working this hard, all the time, because we love it. Pure and simple.

Trust, we looked much better than we sounded.

mYnicIsNiK