Nostalgia and nausia

Walking down memory lane I eventually turned on Fillmore st. to attend the public openning of an exhibit of my Grand fathers art works. He was a prolific painter the show celebrated the visionary nature of who he was and how he expressed that through his art, a large portion of his work confront the holocaust of 300 immediate members of his family in the Warsaw ghetto including his mother and older brothers, to his view of politics as it is as a means of providing for humanities the show is entitled "Prophetic Justice"

I heard historians for a second time telling the same speech I heard the nigh before at he private openning dispite his efforts it was like stale soda-pop....sweet but lacking the fizz. a whole bunch of blogg worth content happend before I was picked up by a friend to get a bit to eat, but it would fit in a whole different theme...I am actualy getting some where with this.

As I am waiting I notice a lot of cool cats in big pinstrip suits and fidoras down to the black and white wing tips, I remember seeing a few "suits" visit the gallery an though that the folks had a bit over done it. but seeing gent after gent I realised that the gallery was associated with the jazz heritage museum and there was a club next door.

I remembered dressing up for stuff trying to look the part then nostagia as a consept started tickling my thoughts....my friend picked me up and we went out for Indian Food...just typing that word I got heart burn again.....I have been away from india for so long 6 months it was supposted to be only 2 we were goiung to a place my friend of indian birth highly recommended called Naan and Curry which had assumed in my mind was a SF hipster kidda spot with that kinda spunk that makes it hard to hate hippsters...but now it was and indian buffet which is the kinda place were indians eat, ( please forgive me who ever I have offended by that statement...and any that folloe) no detail was left outnothing in the place seemed particularely clean but some how was presented as if totally normal, or to be expected there was a structure resembleing a grass hut made out of cement and florecent tub light we placed as if they were an oppulent decorative feature.

the food its self..ooh the heart burn came back agai...and my intestines are quivering  and maiking evil noises...I will long linger long on the subject, but everthing was cooked down into a dense paste everthing from spinice to culiflower cooks in to some overly spiced shade of brown the only virtue strived for with perfection was that it was cheap, when using that as the measure everything was a great success.

thatr was the point my nostalgia was switched to nausia a feeling that still lingers gurgling up like old and sweet memories that embrace and linger like the heavy spices that are still exuding from my glands. Each meal I have eaten since, within my squishy stomic reverbererated >>.REMEMBER<<<


Now we get to what I had actually wanted to share before reading one of my favorite bloggers latest post on a related subject which then had me feel compeled to provide a but more humor and a bit more context that originally intened so as to not seem like I was just copying( the silly concerns I struggle with)

getting over that I think its neat when serendipity happens

I was thinking about the men in suits my grand fathers art and the quartet that was playing. and i was thinking about the music of my fathers generation of oldies and their appeal to this day i was thinking about jimmy page and how i didn't rally know anything about his music until a friend sent me a clip on youtube and well I'm ok with that ingnorace but the clip was cool. I had thought about the music that i like and liked listening to and why.. as i walked the streets of San Francisco I started to see music like this city itself that there are many old and beautiful buildings repressenting a particulare period and style andhow they are still lived in as music my have a particulare style or period of origin it is still lived in.

there is no such thing, as far as my mind can reach, as an old sound sound is a energetic dynamic which is always fresh if not it couldn't exist no matter what genreif you can hear it even in a recording the sound you here is happeng right now not in the past,

this is what is so mazing about sound and music and how the combination of note and time can create a mood, it can induce feelings triggered memories and stimulate desires it is a language in itself independt of but often enhanced by the lyrics