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I had a wonderful time this week in Los Angeles—recording, visiting with friends and enjoying the rainy weather along the coast.

FIRE CITY, the supernatural thriller created by Brian Lubocki & Michael Hayes, is awesome!

I'm sworn to secrecy about the specific actors and certain details, but what I *can* say is this: from concept to script to cast and crew, they're making all the right decisions.

One of those great decisions was selecting the talented film composer Ryan Leach, whose moody and inventive score serves the FIRE CITY narrative beautifully. He pairs ethereal string voicings with menacingly low pedal tones to create a dark aural atmosphere. And at the heart of the work is a series of hauntingly plaintive flugelhorn themes that grow gradually more insistent as rhythmic figures emerge in the orchestration. The effect is hypnotic! Check it out here.

Heartfelt thanks to Mike and Brian for inviting me to play a small part in a big, very cool project. Thanks to you both, and to Pamela and the girls, too for the hospitality. It was a great hang.


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Why did he love storms, what was the meaning of his excitement when the door sprang open and the rain wind fled rudely up the stairs, why had the simple task, of shutting the windows of an old house seemed fitting and urgent, why did the first watery notes of a storm wind have for him the unmistakable sound of good news, cheer, glad tidings?
~John Cheever, "The Swimmer"


"According to 'Good Morning, Arizona,' the monsoon season officially begins tomorrow. What is monsoon season? It's when the tropical rains arrive, bringing welcome relief from the desert heat.

Here in the Sonoran Desert, we call these thunderstorms “monsoons”...a misnomer, since the term refers "to a seasonal shift in wind direction." But that simple definition doesn't do justice to the spectacle of Arizona’s summer monsoon season.

Every year, sometime between mid-June and mid-July, the prevailing winds, which come from the west most of the year, change direction and flow from the south and southeast. This seasonal shift of winds brings tropical moisture from the Sea of Cortez and the Gulf of Mexico into Arizona.

When this moist tropical air collides with the desert heat, monsoon thunderstorms--one of the most spectacular and thrilling of nature’s displays--are born.

We desert dwellers yearn for the crack of thunder, the brilliant flashes of lightning and the deafening downpour of rain that cools the sweltering desert heat and makes the creosote bushes release their aromatic, herbal fragrance...if only for a few hours.

And when a monsoon moves in, temperatures may drop from 105°F to 60°F in a matter of minutes.

I can't wait."


CHILDHOOD by Rainer Maria Rilke 

It would be good to give much thought, before
you try to find words for something so lost,
for those long childhood afternoons you knew
that vanished so completely -and why?

We're still reminded-: sometimes by a rain,
but we can no longer say what it means;
life was never again so filled with meeting,
with reunion and with passing on

as back then, when nothing happened to us
except what happens to things and creatures:
we lived their world as something human,
and became filled to the brim with figures.

And became as lonely as a sheperd
and as overburdened by vast distances,
and summoned and stirred as from far away,
and slowly, like a long new thread,
introduced into that picture-sequence
where now having to go on bewilders us.