8.3.06


Me And My Bass Guitar
Victor Wooten

My name is vic i'm gonna do a lil trick
i'm gonna play my bass without usin a pick
travel round the world and back again
just takin my bass out for a spin

if you know what i'm sayin

and if you ever lookin for me
i don't go too far
cuz if you really wanna find me
you know where i are

with me and my bass guitar

you say it

me and my bass guitar

that's right

you see i try to eat right
take care of my health
set myself up don't upset myself
cuz i improvise call and add lib
and if you ever come to my house
i'll tell you what you see
a house full of nothin
just my four strings and me

and if you ever lookin for me
i don't go too far
cuz if you really wanna find me
you know where i are

with me and my bass guitar

yea you say it now

me and my bass guitar

that's right

get up off of that funk
get up off of that uhh (yea)
get up off of that funk
get up off of that uhh
get up off of that funk
get up off of that uhh
get up off of that funk
get up off of that uhh

yo vic do that uh do that yea
me and my bass guitar
thats right just my four strings and me
me and my bass guitar
if you lookin for me you know where i am
just me and my bass guitar
yep thats right
me and my bass guitar
hate to leave ya but i got to go
me and my bass guitar
got to go
me and my bass guitar
me and my bass guitar
we're really havin fun now
me and my bass guitar
me and my bass guitar
thats right thats right yea turn it back up
turn it back up
we still goin
don't turn it down
a jigga bug a jigga bug a jig jig jigga bug (repeat)
yeeeha
got my complection goin in my direction
what you call me?
cut throat minor note

http://www.victorwooten.com

7.3.06

A pergunta idiota é o primeiro vislumbre de algum desenvolvimento totalmente novo

Alfred North Whitehead

5.3.06

Em toda parte são máquinas, de maneira alguma metaforicamente, máquinas de máquinas, com seus acoplamentos, suas conexões. Um máquina-órgão é ligada em uma máquina-fonte: uma emite um fluxo que a outra corta. O seio é uma máquina que produz leite, e a boca, uma máquina acoplada nela. A boca do anoréxico hesita entre uma máquina para comer, uma máquina anal, uma máquina para falar, uma máquina para respirar (ataque de asma). É por isso que somos todos bricoleurs, cada um suas pequenas máquinas. Uma máquina-órgão para uma máquina energia, e sempre fluxos e cortes. (...) Alguma coisa se produz: efeitos de máquinas, e não metáforas. (Deleuze & Guattari, 1976, p. 15-16)

notas de um dia de cão. esse é o nome do livro. um livro a duas mãos.