7 Minutes and 47 Seconds


Good People!

Metheny is twanging in the key of G and it’s good. Have you heard the tune “The Fields, the Sky”? Oh my, it’s a brilliant way to spend 7 minutes and 47 seconds of your life! First off it’s just him with bass and caxixi shakers and from there the plot thickens. Eventually the whole band is in, the bass is heading up and up, Lyle and Pat are playing this wicked unison line and the happy mix of jazz and country lives free and unattached in the wide open plains of the Missouri outback. Good on the ears this stuff!

In last week’s gig email I was trying to bring the positive to the issue of large amounts of car time and the never ending jam of cement and metal longing for open space. The ever creative Molly wrote back with this:

“a good and wise soul recently told me that it’s better if you imagine the taillights of the car ahead as the eyes of the Buddha.  I tried it.  It works!  Settles things right down…”

I laughed, I tried, it helped and still the conglomerate of cars continue to pack it in. Hey Molly, I’ll keep at it and it’s good folly for zen and the art of brake fluid…

Last week, we experienced two magnificent concerts with wild jazz man of the ivories Bill Mays. He carries enormous amounts of jazz wisdom and peppers it up with a little humor and a beautiful vibe. A true gem, a true joy!

Music night at the Merc! That’s Bill on the left and me on the right.
photo by Don Van Selus

Next it was Sinne Eeg at the front of the stage at Dizzy’s singing “Rain”. Oh man, what a vibe and what beauty in sound. Check it out:

Hot off the press rad news — our recording Planet Cole Porter was awarded the 2018 Best Jazz Record at last night’s San Diego Music Awards. We had great times making the music with our favorite musos in the loop — Tripp on sax, Gunnar on bass, Duncan on drums, Tommy Aros on percussion, Scott Kyle on trombone, and of course the magic Rebecca doing her thing. Cole Porter with a somewhat illegal spin on it never had it so good. 

We tip our hat’s with respect and gratitude to the other great players and recordings that were also nominated.

We’re inspired and thrilled to keep at it and we’ve got more live concerts with the Planet band coming up. 

Rebecca Jade accepting the award for the Best Jazz Album win! Thanks Rebecca, not sure where I was, totally spaced the event out. So thankful that you were there!

Music for this week — I’m playing a 4pm solo guitar concert at Mesa College tomorrow (Wednesday). 

Next, Leonard and I explode at Palomar College at 12:30pm on Thursday.

Both of these gigs are free to you all!

And ending out the week, once again it’ll be El Honda Element and I trancing out with the broken white lines that lead to Palm Desert. There, we’ll break out the music and synchronize with vocalist Allison Adams Tucker as she leads a sonic travelogue through Spain, Brazil, France, New York City and the soulful confines of Pete Carlson’s Golf and Tennis Shop. It’s all music and it’s a great way to lead a life. Come and join us won’t you?

Allison with (left to right) David Burnett, Josh Nelson, Edwin Livingston, Dan Schnelle, Allison Adams Tucker, and Peter.
photo by Claudia Russell

Saying bye folks as the taillights of the cars ahead keep blinking on and off….peace, P

Beauty of Traffic!

Heya Friends, love this spring day and I’ve been working on the bop details of Bud Powell’s “Dance of the Infidels”. It’s a tricky little ditty and it begs for a decent tempo. Thus, one needs to practice a lot to be able to pull it off live. NYC pianist and long time friend Bill Mays just flew in to town and we’ve got two shows lined up. We just this moment wrapped up a rehearsal and we worked on his songs, songs of mine, a few standards, a Bach 2 parter, and Bud’s “Dance”.

The two shows are just the two of us stirring it up and we start off at The Merc in Temecula on Thursday night. Next we have Friday off and then our marching orders reel us into Palm Springs where we have a Saturday night hit at Pete Carlson’s Golf Shop. It sounds weird but it’s actually a great listening jazz venue. I know both gigs are a kind of far from SD but tell me truthfully, who doesn’t like to drive at 5:30pm on Freeway 15? You got to change your perspective and experience the BEAUTY of traffic. Hah! I’m working on it.

If you want to brave it to be with us look below for the details.

PS and Bill Mays ironing out the bop details at SpragueLand.

Next up, Sunday evening finds us at Dizzy’s in San Diego with Sinne Eeg from Denmark singing up a storm. She’s one of my absolute favorite vocalists ever! It’ll be Sinne singing, me on guitar, Gunnar on bass, and Charlie Weller playing drums. If you can make it out I think you’ll love Sinne’s music. Hope to see you there!

Sinne Eeg, Danish vocalist.

There it is my good friends! Thanks for reading…

namaste, P

Jim Hall’s Love of the Thirteen Flat Nine!


Good People!

Jim Hall is strumming some wild Spanish guitar on a long overlooked (at least in my CD collection) version of “Concerto de Aranjuez”. Thirteen flat nine chords abound and frolic in some sort of twisted progression. I like it and this tracks fills up the air as I tune back in with you, my favorite internet peeps. Play on Sir James, play on good man!

I had a fun last couple of weeks with a little travel and music. Here are some images:

Love fest at Dizzy’s with Jim Plank, Tripp, Bob Magnusson, Duncan, and me.
photo by Barbara Wise

House concert in the outback of Carlsbad with Bridget, Lars, me, and Barnaby Finch. Barnaby was in the audience and we invited him up to play the last tune. He’s amazing and was a great sport, making the most of an ultra out of tune piano. Mister Toads wild ride in tonality!

We drove to Yuma and had a great show! That’s us on the right.

Yuma and after the sun went down it started to get cold. Bundled up with Leonard on the left and me on the right.

For this week Tripp and me along with bassist Justin Grinnell are playing the Friday night Ki’s gig. Super fun and I’m arranging a couple of new tunes for us to swim into. This makes me think about these old photos of Tripp and me in younger days doing our thing. I came across these in a box stored in my surf shed. They were shot by our Dad and he had a way with black and white film.

This is Tripp when we lived in Del Mar on Luneta Drive back in the 70’s. Can you see that he’s holding our cat Sam. He later named his son Sam.
photo by Hall Sprague

Me looking over a chart of handwritten music. Now I use my computer to write the songs out. This is from the 90’s when I lived off of Carmel Valley Road in Del Mar.

rock and roll folks and hope to see you at Ki’s, best, Peter