A xylophone performance of Everybody Loves My Baby. I bought a xylophone in 2021 during Covid and I'm learning to play the dang thing. Two mallets here, four mallets coming up soon. Written in 1924, 75 years+ of silliness.
I watched with fascination the "Listening to Kenny G" Documentary today.
1. The guy oozed confidence and charisma in equal measures. His high school band director shares delightful stories on camera. Kenny was a real show boater from the start.
2. He believes he can learn anything if he just focuses and seeks out the information and then applies himself.
3. Pat Metheny's legendary rant comes off as jealousy and envy. There is an interesting discussion amongst the critics as to what jazz is and isn't over the course of the documentary.
4. The critics interviewed have both scorn and admiration in about equal parts. The critics do not put down or ridicule the aesthetic experiences of his millions of fans. His appeal in China is explained. Hint: the pentatonic scale. (The explanation is in Mandarin; I'm assuming the subtitles were accurate.)
5. He speaks with the confidence of a musician who has been listened to a billion times or more. The guy oozes confidence and charisma in equal measures. In this I find him equally admirable and annoying at the same time. He has Chutzpah.
6. His live band kicks ass, the concerts look like fun. The bassist and drummer lock it in. His early recordings sound hilariously dated. He admits as much.
7. The guy practices his ass off. And in the practice room he really demonstrates he can play.
8. He jokes about his hair.
Did I run and stream his music afterwards? Not yet.
What I'm up to behind the scenes.