Thanksgiving....I just talked to my mom in the Netherlands. They don't celebrate thanksgiving. I guess gloating over the success of ones colonialism is considered in poor taste.
Jenkinsonia Cont.

Foster Jenkins Eubanks Trio 2001-2001
fjetrio.blogspot.com

silverfish do not bother me.
One might say that in the absence of anything (else) to do I have reverted to reading and weeping but more to the point I learned something that I have learned innumerable times previously and that is that perpetual selfmedication is both the cause and the answer....My brother pointed out how silly that was tho.....becasue it is true for everything.
Ox bellow, cricket,
grass samurai, felt tommy gun.
These; many mobile home
mine site. single unit family/
eleven digit syllable
and possible polish beak sausage.
very small touch/sooth
breaded foam? one step-
door handle is "clothways"
(solvent not) pinchfeather.
slide wind in mud not funny.
silly shower puddle,
it's his over-cheek fingerstrip.
one page and many more: learn
we walk/say wonderful.
Pillars of penis in sight.
on we sail tombraid, sausage search.
Filter gaswater, felon pills.
scrape and I forthwith presume
not to steal or manfill
simple real fly/ointment song
sung. Then that search is
dual; me and manswill to notary
public placement field...
Please fellow to tail toil
and jersey purchase. (For later)
Feeling drunk/derail coil -->
taken, not welcome, not now.
AndEnd home and Universal Expectorant.
Speak softly and carry on inside.
I chop onions to a rhythm....it is the soundtrack to my life and can be as mundane as that.

Rain makes for a stability that sunlight usually ignores.
As a first step in a definite catalog of my work to date. I consider this a precuser to Jenkinsonia a book I intend to publish when Ive done enough for it to be really thick!

JaJa Quartet 1998-2001 on and off. I included some reviews for my edification.

http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/38/jaja_quartet.html

"This track starts off a little slow, but give these guys a chance, because once they get warmed up, some pretty sick stuff happens, with squealing, honking brass jousting with sharp stabs of electric guitar." - Dave Reitzes August 1999

"A free-jazz conference which implies swing but never brings it out of the closet. The bass likes to rumble in the low frequencies while the sax and trumpet trade fractured lines; the guitar contributes strange chords and piercing stabs." Noah E.

Mandate 1998

http://www.midheaven.com/fi/audio/bananafish14-04.ram

more to come.....
Art-ist statement-
1. Shells in my teeth…lines of mascara marking where ski princess left crumbs.
2. 4Yrs$at “liberal arts” like liberal boss or liberal shark or liberal literal.
3. Task shining shoes and teeth/making hay while the sun shines/colonializing lip balm.
4. Nice shorts and a milestone at 27 years old for the congratisbackspats thanks for asking.
5. I went and got a bowl of meat and 47 dips plus she had a sock to play with; making my toothlessness “in” at best/least.
6. A jigger.
7. I left a slip for your stain under pin.
Oh yes for those of you in the Portland Oregon area I will be performing on the air on NOV 8th at 11pm on KBOO 90.7 FM
and on the 11th at Holy Goats @ Perfomance Works North West 4625 SE 67th Ave at 2pm for $7 comes with bagel and coffee whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowhee!

check out
www.fjetrio.blogspot.com
and weep
oh by the way:

The melanin and the molasses’
Crunch and milk toast marmalade
A part of this complete breakfast…
If they were even one onehundredth of
The man that I wasn’t the jury would find.
Miles of twine
Miles of fine.
Leaders of the picker
Mick Jagger’s socks.
who will be the wiser that this posting station is a toilet place for my placement of angry toxic leftovers.
today I looked for a job and everyone said no.
I am ready to join the suck base of tax users in the "loony" category called SSI.
$700 a month!!!! for christ sake...I could buy a house on that..in northern Montana

Mainly mobile-shiny possum pox.
Nails and filling station cheese
Who la la Morrison-Rhinestones
hort stack of righteous indigestion
Side for fucked your wife, I.
Shelter chipolte and 7 cups
of Pernod. Feed (force)
by not leaving till done and
holding by neck pressing
firmly into hay. “ Hi” was a
final response to what should
have been maybe a tad more erudite. Place (Gingerly mind you) the- whats left of- cat in microwave and as continuation of “ strech” esthetic turn to 70 minutes one can only talk ones childhood for so far before having to *reasses*. I took mine farther than usual/normal and still am expectormenting with the possibility of moving it into the nest lifetime..
the main event is a lack thereof.

imagine that.

I went to a show last evening and really had a cool time. My friend hooked me up with a usher gig in exchange for seeing the show for free so I bit. There were 3 dancers and 3 musicians improvising. I was into the first 2 but not the last. The bassist from the group "Oregon" was kinda tired. Point? bingo---) that is ....I was talking to Joe after and got to the conclusion that what I was least liking in the performance was the fact that there were innumerable moments where there was a feeling that they (dancers) were moving in ways that were not particularly intended...IE they had muscle memory that was deciding their dance more than their concious decision making..... but to complicate things for myself I resticted that by thinking about how with an instrument you can hide behind technique or "genre" a little more whereas with dance it is much harder because we read so much about people thru their movement and so naturally we have a much more intuitive/deep understanding of that form of communication....strange.

I feel like the time is rapidly approaching where I start doing dance/performance...ala Lathican(sp?) amongst the Subud or butoh....

fuckaduck I gotta go ..
love
so we (foster/jenkins/eubanks trio) played a show here in Ann Arobor last nite with this band birth. They were rather strange....live drum and bass with a drummer instead of a drm machine. He was a machine. It was very disconcerting to see someone play that fast and tight. They seemed to be on the John Zorn tip a little and alot of the heads sounded vaguely Masada-ish. We palyed with them for a song tho and it was totally free and really pretty cool. They were stellar musicians and very responsive in a free setting which was really outside their usual thing. They also gave us some hook ups in the Boston/NY area. The point being I guess that it has been really an eye opener going on tour and meeting all these amazing folks. Everyone has been incredibly gracious and beautiful. I think that staying in one place for too long kinda makes me bitter and stuck. Travelling has opened up alot positivity in me and makes me look forward to the next coupla weeks.....
Played tonite with some folks over at Bryan's house--3 cellos a viola 3 guitars and a banjo that was passed around. Mainly it was people who have not played alot of freely improvised music. We maintained a "modal" thing that at first was very reminiscent of the Ole groove on that Coltrane record of the same name. Oddly enough when I asked if that was what the cello player was refering to (he started it mommy!!!) he did not know what I was talking about and said that it was more like a Masada piece...what is post-post-modern??? I got to thinking that everything refers to everything else and with any given series of notes you are, by the very nature of our society and exposure, passing thru time and thru all the layers of information that exist in some tangential way and people (or you) will eventually see every other note in every other context but analysing it reduces what it actually references to your miniscule personal experience of references...like all music is an infinitely sided prism (globe?) that reflects the light/sound in all directions at once but reflects something different when you are actually looking at it....I WANT A QUANTUM GUITAR!!!!!!!!!!
I was listening to the latest Boulez album and thinking about IRCAM ...why is America so far behind?!! What about our culture looks at the pursuance and advancement of the arts and says "Ugh"? Millions upon millions of francs were put into the IRCAM organization. Why? Presumably because they have an understanding that all that will be left in 10,000 years is CULTURAL evidence not how much money you made or what the color of your money is. Instead of spending money on things that are made to disintegrate themselves and other things it seems somewhat more logical to fund creation. Then again the French are still testing nuclear weaponry so I guess the shift is a little more subtle than the previous gross simplification. And oddly enough Boulez disagrees "History as it is made by great composers is not a history of conservation but of destruction -- even while cherishing what is being destroyed." I don't think he was referring to destroying the physical however. In any case this particular CD (Boulez-Sur Incises) got me thinking about how the use of computer interaction and more importantly the interuption of normal perception of sound/reconstuction of sound evidence is something so few composers are doing. I guess this may sound a little vague but I think that to really be drawn in you have to have a certain degree of subtelty as in the Anthèmes 2 or the previous albums clarinet piece Dialogue de l’Ombre Double...I think that l'Ombre Double is a little more disconcerting simply because the computer manipulation is more about perception of the clarinet than the Anthèmes 2 where the violin is used more as source for extended computer manipulation. The other piece that got me thinking about this was on by Maryanne Amacher on her album on Tzadilk (Sound Charachters) I can't remember what it is called but basically it created drones that when you sat with a good stereo field your head would create harmonics from the combination of the two sounds thereby making a composition that only existed in your head through the interaction of your physical body with the sound....oh Jesu. What a strange experience!
Mantonal? From Pantonal de Arnold Schoenberg via Bill Dixon into songs in the key of man...this man.
Today is the first day in a long life in front of the master panel.

Many thanks to/praises be the one love.

Today I had a little gathering of the minds at the Mallory Annex to welcome some
friendsto their new house and we played Beyond Balderdash-a game where you
have a word that everyone makes up a meaning for and then everyone votes on
what the correct meaning is. (there are also names and dates etc) what ended
up happening as always seems to is that people made up little poems or funny
oneliners that had nothing to do with the word or only used it as a starting point
for something greater. What amazes me is that given a paltry excuse people are
willing to share stories and humor so freely when in any other context stage fright
overcomes us. I like stories and comedy. I dont think I have laughed so hard in a
donkeys lifetime. Furthermore I was thinking that everyone I know does SOME
kind of art. What does that mean? Its is like there is so much good energy here
that we are all doing our best to tap into it.