No guitar master will ever be able to teach anyone about the guitar in 100 years what he taught the world in 27.
Happy Birthday, Jimi-man.
I found this video, which was created by a Portuguese student as a project for her English class, on YouTube today, and I thought it would be a perfect introduction to this post…
To Maria Carolina,
Beautiful work. Thank you for sharing this.
For the first time is a very long time, I’m finding that I’m at a loss for words about something I’ve listened to. As you all know, I am a huge John Frusciante fan. I always have been and I always will be. He has taken a lot of risks in his life, including leaving one of the greatest bands of our time. But the creation of Letur Lefr might exceed them all. It is unlike anything I’ve ever heard. I’ve just started listening to the album in it’s entirety, so I’m going to have to get back to you all about my thoughts on it, but I wanted to post this one song, “In My Light”, on Bask in the Music as soon as possible. Take a listen.
This is truly more than music. I’m not sure what it is, but it’s beautiful.
Holy shit, it’s happening.
It was announced on Friday that John Frusciante, despite years of anticipation and worry from his fans, IS, in fact, releasing an album this year. July 9 is Letur Lefr’s official scheduled release date. With the exception of a few collaborative projects throughout the past couple years (including work with Omar Rodriguez-Lopez and the Mars Volta, and his wife 😦 Nicole Turley’s band, Swahili Blonde), this will be the first solo release of his since the brilliant 2009’s The Empyrean ::swoon::
48 days and counting, my friends. It will be worth the wait.
(A big shout out to Invisible Movement for being the first to share this exciting news.)
The reason I’m so passionate about music is simple: Music is magic. The music someone loves, grew up with, relates to, awakens the soul in a way that nothing else has the ability to do. As I’ve gotten older, I witnessed my grandparents age – fulfilling beautiful, extraordinary, long lives. I was lucky enough to have all four of them around until I was 13-years-old. This video below struck home for me particularly, since my dad’s mom, Rosalind Baskin, just recently passed away at the end of December. Even though her body had significantly weakened, and was mostly in her bed for the last (and 96th) year of her life, you knew that feisty, self-sufficient, funny, strong, lovely Ros was still in there somewhere. Every once in a while, something would trigger her sense of self, reassuring us, and I’m sure herself, that she was still her – no matter what. Somewhat similarly, my mom’s mom, Rose, lives in a rehabilitation center in Long Island. When we visit her, she looks at us with a certain familiarity, and, at the very least recognizes the fact that we are good people that care about her. But she has, in many ways, lost her sense of self. However, there is still that light deep inside of her that allows the people who know and love her to still see her as the warm, naturally maternal, gardening, knitting, cooking, smiling “Cookie Lady”. The trick, of course, is finding a way to bring that out. Music?
This video is so beautiful to me, because it proves that not only does aging not entirely deplete who you are, but that something that’s seemingly so simple as a song can, even for a moment, bring someone back.
For my Grandmothers. You’re amazing.