KELLEN OF TROY BIOGRAPHY No. 1
But it's okay, let's get to know one another.
I won’t bore you with the history of my exploits as a member of forgotten bands, or as a side man, or the number of times I’ve been welcomed to the stage as “a special guest” or as “our good friend” on this, that, or the other instrument (re: Apache Relay, Ray Price, Gill Landry, Jenny Lewis, The Devil Makes Three, The Weeks, The Flea Marketeers, JP Harris and the Tough Choices, The Wild Feathers, Chance McCoy of Old Crow Medicine Show, G. Love, Brent Cobb, Mumford and Sons, raLand baxter, Desert Noises, etc). And as any halfway educated individual can surmise, I find myself in this position (that of the 21st Century troubadour) as the result of failed relationship upon failed relationship, both in the workplace and in my personal life. But that’s all in the past. What’s done is done.
“If we’re always looking in the rear view mirror, we’ll only see where we’ve been and not where we’re going,” said someone famous once, or something to that effect.
Take a moment and reflect on performing Johann Sebastian Bach’s Ciaccona from his Violin Partita #2 in D Minor, BMV 1004. If we stay fixated on the opening harmony, we’ll never fully appreciate the uplifting and glorious Bb Maj (bVI6) chord (let alone the sublime parallel major section, bars 133 through 208) found on beat two of m. 209 that starts the piece’s grand finale. That inspired bit of chromatic-mediant-relationship harmony J.S. tosses in would go completely unnoticed and over-shadowed if we focus only on that initial, ominous D minor harmony that got us started. Hear the harmony that’s happening, not that which has already happened. And if our ears wander at all, let them wander to the unknown and exciting future, not to the familiar and hackneyed past.
So, come one and come all! Fear not missing accolades or assurances, given willy-nilly by the pillars of cultural awareness - those safety-bumpers of trendy society that indicate who is and who is not worthwhile. Let’s embark on this great American adventure together, like Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer (minus the racism), down the mighty Mississippi, through the hills and valleys and caverns and beaches together! Pioneers, all!
Don’t let [Pitchfork] interfere with your [love for music]. -Mark Twain