Jim Shelley & Book Of Kills

Won't Practice Till Thursday...

We'll be practicing Thursday this week. Which is okay with me 'cause I haven't really had any time to practice much on my own other than a few moments on a new song we'll be trying out. Tomorrow (Tuesday) I'll be trying to finish up mastering the next upload which I've written about a good bit over the last couple weeks. You'll know when it's available for streaming and downloading...or I should say you'll know when I upload the tracks to CDBaby. They've been a bit of a mess lately with a crash that lasted at least five days and prevented anyone from doing anything on their site. 

The great, and vastly under-appreciated, Brian Jones was born on this day in 1942. Supposedly he drowned in 1969 in his own swimming pool. There are, of course, some who to this day question the circumstances of his demise. One man, author Scott Jones, has provided pretty convincing evidence to suggest Brian was murdered by an acquaintance. What does it matter now, though? He's not coming back. Anyway, as you probably know, I maintain that the Stones lost their sense of adventure after he left the band and more or less became "stuck" in a particular narrow style that they couldn't break out of the rest of their career...not that they wanted, or needed, to do so. Listen, for example, to "Ruby Tuesday". Jones plays the lovely, understated piano underlying the verses. He plays the recorder as well. Listen to "Paint It, Black". Jones plays the sitar and the percussion that make the song. On the great AFTERMATH and BEGGAR'S BANQUET, he plays acoustic, electric, twelve-string, and slide guitar, as well as mellotron, piano, percussion, dulcimer, sitar, koto, and marimba, all to great effect. I so admire musicians with a sense of adventure and boundless imagination.