Monday Musings

Something in my Twitter feed:

“A rock guitarist plays 3 chords in front of 10,000 people. A jazz guitarist plays 10,000 chords in front of 3 people.”

I dedicate that comment to the memory of the late, great Allan Holdsworth who died two years ago this month. Holdsworth’s music defied categorization. From the Wikipedia article about him, “[Holdsworth] is best known for his work in jazz fusion. [He] was known for his advanced knowledge of music, through which he incorporated a vast array of complex chord progressions and intricate solos; the latter comprising myriad scale forms often derived from those such as the diminished, augmented, whole tone, chromatic and altered scales, among others, resulting in an unpredictable and ‘outside’ sound.”

I became aware of his work through his association with Jean-Luc Ponty. A couple of Holdsworth’s solos on Ponty’s epic Enigmatic Ocean are among the best I’ve ever heard.

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My wonderful wife and I attended our first car gathering of 2019 yesterday, a noble effort by a prestigious private school to raise money for Scleroderma research. This is a poor picture of my favorite car at the show, a 1955 Buick Roadmaster. I literally choked up when I saw this car for the first time yesterday. I think part of my reaction can be explained by the fact that the first car I ever drove was a 1956 Buick Century. Here is a picture of the Roadmaster interior:

 

 

I am becoming more obsessed with American cars from the 1950s every day. (OCD is a bitch, even if it’s OCD-lite.) Some day, hopefully in the not too distant future, I will be able to add one of these to the garage, which will have to be bigger than our current garage.

I know I am not the only person obsessed with automobiles. What causes such a strong connection to an inanimate object for so many people?

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I am almost ready to unveil Ultimate Garage 2.0. First, I will write one post about the cars that just missed the cut. After that I will reveal the cars, one at a time, and that will preempt Throwback Thursday and Frugal Friday. I will probably show the cars in chronological order; that is, the first car to be shown will be the oldest car and each successive car will get closer to the present. Right now, I think Ultimate Garage 2.0 will have 12 cars. It was a struggle for me to get the list down to 12.

I may first unveil my wonderful wife’s Ultimate Garage. David Banner and The Muscleheaded Blog have already submitted theirs. I would still very much like to read and to share your Ultimate Garage with Disaffected Musings readers.

 

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6 thoughts on “Monday Musings

  1. So, I was in LaLa land this weekend-great food, nice weather, BEAUTIFUL women, horrible game six but cool to see it live-and what did I see? The most beautiful Bentley Mulsanne in front of the Ritz Carlton. I may have to reconsider my lineup. We covet what we first see…

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  2. Still working on my Ultimate Garage, I need a few more cars to complete it. Been thinking about adding an Amphicar 770, since it has been raining so much on the east coast.

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  3. I wanna respond to your query about the pull of inanimate objects, but I’ll have to be brief since I have some reading to do before class. I doubt any of this will be revelatory to you, but I think the object comes to symbolize and/or embody the memories and lived life associated with it. My first car, in 1994, was a 1982 Honda Accord. The drive from my dad’s house (where he had given it to me) to my mom’s (where I lived) is one of my favorite memories of my life. Spring had sprung, I was a senior in high school, great songs kept coming on the radio, and I was driving by myself for the first time in my life. My heart almost burst with the freedom and joy of that evening. But also I think we are enamored with shape and color and line. Thus, an aesthetically pleasing vehicle reaches us the same way great works of art do. I think with great fondness of the F-14 Tomcat. I once heard it described as the sexiest plane ever produced and I don’t think I disagree. I like the F-18 a lot also, and the Spitfire, and the P-40 and P-47, but none of them reach me quite the same way as the Tomcat. There was just something about its lines. Having said that, full disclosure, I may love the 14 because I grew up in the ’80s and my granddad took me to see Top Gun in the theatre and I treasure that memory with him.

    I dunno, maybe it’s both, or one or the other depending on the situation. Anyway, either way not a surprise that we can be so affected by these assemblies of metal and plastic and wire. Beauty and nostalgia are both powerful forces.

    Have a good week, sir.

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    1. Joshua, thanks for the thoughtful reply. I agree with your explanation, but I think some other factors are at work.

      By the way, I think the SR-71 Blackbird is perhaps the greatest machine ever produced. The first time I saw one in person I was reduced to tears.

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