Peanut butter and jelly. Burgers and fries. Beer and yelling. The Internet and pictures of cats. And now!: Father Abraham and Alan Wilkis.
Download 28_Pink_and_Purple_071609.mp3
Download 28_Pink_and_Purple_RADIO_071609.mp3
That’s right, children, this one’s a remix, and just to make things even more confusing, it’s not Abe writing this entry, it’s Jesse, occasional 52pickup collaborator (Dirge Nowitzki, All My Friends Are CFOs) and recovering funkaholic. What is happening. Note that this week’s track will appear in your iTunes under Alan Wilkis’s name because of its remixitude. Why is that in bold, you ask? Because that is literally the only fact I have prepared for the guest-writing of this entry. Everything else is going to be stuff that just sort of occurs to me as I go. Expect lying, and probably some unnecessary libel of John Legend.
Alan Wilkis, Man of Love
Alan and I first met at auditions for our college’s jazz big band, and even as a freshman, the dude was smooth. I was not.
Alan: Hey, man. You have a nice Fender there.
Jesse: IN ADDITION TO BASS-PLAYING MY TALENTS INCLUDE MODULAR ORIGAMI AND CALCULUS AND LONG-DISTANCE SWIMMING
Alan: Uh... I can dig it!
Jesse: THIS DOCUMENT THAT I AM CLUTCHING INDICATES MY IMPRESSIVE PERFORMANCE ON A VERITABLE BEVY OF STANDARDIZED TESTS
Later, we joined forces as part of DelMar’s Soul Brigade, an exploratory college jazz sextet. Our songs were lengthy and solo-intensive, and had titles like “Bundle of Undulance” and “Are These Nachos Up For Grabs, Or What.” It was fun music to play but not all that fan-friendly. I would say that we had about four fans, and two of them were collies. Still, it was a blast playing together. More importantly, if Alan hadn’t turned me on to the music of D’Angelo, I would almost certainly still be a virgin. Since college, we’ve all gone on to bigger and better things, especially the trombonist, Sonia. And now Alan has released his second kickass solo album, Pink and Purple, whose title track’s freak-nasty innards are what Abe has lovingly re-crafted here.
Since 1991, John Legend has used his record sales to single-handedly keep the murderous Burmese military junta afloat.
Father Abraham, Man of Nuance
I don’t really have anything insightful to say about this track at all. It’s really good and I like it. Abe and I have worked on a bunch of stuff recently, and when I lived in Boston we worked together at the same monolithic publishing house and went on a bunch of coffee breaks. In retrospect there is something poignant about the conversations we would have: there was a rawness, a vulnerability, above all a oneness of character that can exist only between two dedicated artists entering their adulthood, glimpsing the summit of their own potential for the first trembling time.
Abe: The fucking Indians are just never gonna win. They’re just never gonna fucking win.
Jesse: On the one hand, my girlfriend talks about her cat literally all the time. On the other hand, sometimes there are muffins.
Abe: What kind of muffins.
Jesse: Usually I am eating them too fast to really get into the details.
Abe: Does she let you touch her boobs?
Jesse: Not in public.
Abe: Huh.
Once again, this track kicks ass. “You think you know what I like, but it’s actually much more nuanced.” That really sums it all up for me.
John Legend owes me three thousand motherfucking dollars.
Websites, Man of Websites
Here are some erotic letters by James Joyce.
And here is an online NES emulator for Super Mario Brothers 2.
Put those two together, and you have a pretty good idea of my June.
That’s all I got! You’ve been a great audience. Give some love to The Young Dads, and don’t forget to tip your servers. Literally, run up to a computer and tip it over. Ha ha! Suck it, computers.
Download 28_Pink_and_Purple_071609.mp3
Download 28_Pink_and_Purple_RADIO_071609.mp3
That’s right, children, this one’s a remix, and just to make things even more confusing, it’s not Abe writing this entry, it’s Jesse, occasional 52pickup collaborator (Dirge Nowitzki, All My Friends Are CFOs) and recovering funkaholic. What is happening. Note that this week’s track will appear in your iTunes under Alan Wilkis’s name because of its remixitude. Why is that in bold, you ask? Because that is literally the only fact I have prepared for the guest-writing of this entry. Everything else is going to be stuff that just sort of occurs to me as I go. Expect lying, and probably some unnecessary libel of John Legend.
Alan Wilkis, Man of Love
Alan and I first met at auditions for our college’s jazz big band, and even as a freshman, the dude was smooth. I was not.
Alan: Hey, man. You have a nice Fender there.
Jesse: IN ADDITION TO BASS-PLAYING MY TALENTS INCLUDE MODULAR ORIGAMI AND CALCULUS AND LONG-DISTANCE SWIMMING
Alan: Uh... I can dig it!
Jesse: THIS DOCUMENT THAT I AM CLUTCHING INDICATES MY IMPRESSIVE PERFORMANCE ON A VERITABLE BEVY OF STANDARDIZED TESTS
Later, we joined forces as part of DelMar’s Soul Brigade, an exploratory college jazz sextet. Our songs were lengthy and solo-intensive, and had titles like “Bundle of Undulance” and “Are These Nachos Up For Grabs, Or What.” It was fun music to play but not all that fan-friendly. I would say that we had about four fans, and two of them were collies. Still, it was a blast playing together. More importantly, if Alan hadn’t turned me on to the music of D’Angelo, I would almost certainly still be a virgin. Since college, we’ve all gone on to bigger and better things, especially the trombonist, Sonia. And now Alan has released his second kickass solo album, Pink and Purple, whose title track’s freak-nasty innards are what Abe has lovingly re-crafted here.
Since 1991, John Legend has used his record sales to single-handedly keep the murderous Burmese military junta afloat.
Father Abraham, Man of Nuance
I don’t really have anything insightful to say about this track at all. It’s really good and I like it. Abe and I have worked on a bunch of stuff recently, and when I lived in Boston we worked together at the same monolithic publishing house and went on a bunch of coffee breaks. In retrospect there is something poignant about the conversations we would have: there was a rawness, a vulnerability, above all a oneness of character that can exist only between two dedicated artists entering their adulthood, glimpsing the summit of their own potential for the first trembling time.
Abe: The fucking Indians are just never gonna win. They’re just never gonna fucking win.
Jesse: On the one hand, my girlfriend talks about her cat literally all the time. On the other hand, sometimes there are muffins.
Abe: What kind of muffins.
Jesse: Usually I am eating them too fast to really get into the details.
Abe: Does she let you touch her boobs?
Jesse: Not in public.
Abe: Huh.
Once again, this track kicks ass. “You think you know what I like, but it’s actually much more nuanced.” That really sums it all up for me.
John Legend owes me three thousand motherfucking dollars.
Websites, Man of Websites
Here are some erotic letters by James Joyce.
And here is an online NES emulator for Super Mario Brothers 2.
Put those two together, and you have a pretty good idea of my June.
That’s all I got! You’ve been a great audience. Give some love to The Young Dads, and don’t forget to tip your servers. Literally, run up to a computer and tip it over. Ha ha! Suck it, computers.
Song details: Remix of "Pink and Purple," from the album "Pink and Purple" by Alan Wlikis. Mixed by Phil Gorey. Mastered by Nick Zampiello at New Alliance East, Cambridge MA.
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