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Victor Rice



Last Updated: 11/26/2009

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City: São Paulo
State: SP
Country: BR
Signup Date: 6/16/2005

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Saturday, May 30, 2009 
the full name is "Resolve does not feel glorious" - the idea of sticking to one's position being admirable - is it? in this context "resolve" is an english noun - but alone it would be read in portugues as an imperative - "You figure it out" - as in, "Resolve essa porraé, tô fora....."


i wrote the base harmony for this song some time ago. it 'hides' a five-chord sequence over a 4-bar structure, so the tonality shifts every couple of bars. the melody i left for later - i just knew it would have to be simple and 4-bar in order to disguise the sneaky math going on beneath. it's meant to sound ambiguous, so it's up to the listener to decide if it's a happy tune or not. i do hope you enjoy!

Personnel:

Eddie Ocampo - Drums
Victor "Ticklah" Axelrod - Organ
VR - Bass, Guitar, Organ, Bells
Sunday, May 24, 2009 
oxymoron |ˌäksəˈmôrˌän|
noun
"a figure of speech in which apparently contradictory terms appear in conjunction (e.g., faith unfaithful kept him falsely true)." - Apple Dictionary


 i found their example to be a bit obscure, but you get the idea.

some common ones:

'Jumbo Shrimp' - Albeit very funny, it's not truly oxymoronic because "Shrimp" is a name of an animal and does not refer to size. "Shrimp" is only slang for "small".

'Athletic Scholarship' - this one's tight, both funny and true.

'Military Intelligence' - Pacifists like to cite this one, though it doesn't seem to ring true, as the Pentagon most likely has access to the highest intelligence on the planet.
  Nevertheless: One cannot run a proper war without hundreds of thousands of people willing to forfeit their own intelligence and judgement.

'Conventional Wisdom' - please!

here's a recent observation that inspired this blog:

 'Public Sanctuary' or 'Communal Sacrement' - as i see it, the idea of the sacred as something that can be shared is dubious at best - and at worst, leads to disempowerment.


I hope some of you can enrich this topic with some more examples! the ideas and opinions expressed in this blog are not necessarily those of Rupert Murdoch.
Friday, November 21, 2008 

Category: Music
I have added a new song to the playlist, called The Demander, featuring Paul Gebhardt, David Hillyard, Buford O'Sullivan and Tony Calarco in the horn section; Vic Ruggiero, Agent Jay, Eddie Ocampo and myself in the rhythm section.

The song is about my first car, a 1976 Datsun B210 given to me by my cousin Joseph. It was white with an orange, Starsky & Hutch-style racing stripe. Inside the stripe read, "The Demander". It also sported mag wheels and Playboy Bunny mudflaps.

This car was well fast. I drove it in a precarious manner and some of my best friends would not be my passenger more than once. i tried to recreate that feeling in this song.

The song also features a meodica solo by myself which is repeated note-for-note. This melody is the theme to the Second Movement of Béla Bartók's String Quartet No. 2. I had the opportunity to hear this, my favorite of his quartets, performed live in the living room of his home in Budapest(now a museum) in the Spring of 1998. I sat in the front row and was trembling somewhat (i believe i made the performers a little nervous) more at my luck than anything else, something that has followed me all my life - especially while driving.

i hope you enjoy!
Thursday, November 15, 2007 

Category: Music
Around 15 years ago when i was playing string bass a lot, I developed a case of tendonitis in my left forearm - classic case of tennis elbow, minus the fitness. I was taking it easy, but still working. One night it was really painful and I was playing a show with the Scofflaws. Every note was agony, so I only played the notes that were necessary - it required a lot of thought, every note was considered. I was reminded how John Coltrane would play most of his waking life, even though he had terrible teeth (apparently one vice he couldn't kick was sweet potato pie). It's a marvel to think about how many notes would come out of that horn, such ornate beauty. And all of it in spite of great pain.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if music was physically painful to play for everyone. Imagine that: the only music that would be heard would be music that simply HAD to be performed, and only the necessary notes.