Nothing is permanent except change, but don’t quote me on it!
In the 2010’s, I lived in central Jerusalem and from my balcony I observed various things.
Once there was a group of Ethiopian girls chatting. Another time on the same stairs I saw a guy roughing up his girlfriend while kissing her. He did the same thing to another girl the following day. It wasn’t something I liked focusing in on.
One night I was fast asleep and woke to loud voices and strange sounds. Barely awake, I went to the balcony and saw down below a mob and they weren’t about to sing Kumbaya!
The group had come from a nearby Ethiopian bar. Further reinforcements were rolling in – and not of the police kind. It was about 3am and the streets were otherwise dead. It looked like there was going to be some type of brawl. It was hard to tell what was happening (or going to happen.)
I didn’t like it. I felt I had to cause a distraction – fast. Yelling would be ridiculous so I went inside and found my cowbell!
Years earlier I stopped a bag-snatching mid-way through the attack in a similar situation.
I started playing really loudly and being concrete everywhere, the cowbell’s shrill bounced around the whole courtyard. I was lying down because I didn’t want anyone to see me. However, the ground was cold and blocking my ears was difficult.
I peered over the ledge. There seemed to be a verbal fight concentrated under the arches.
Latin clave rhythms for the win!
People started losing focus and looking around for a drummer. Soon enough the mob dissipated and I could go back to sleep.
Other nicer things to happen on my balcony were sprouts, compost, snow and starting the search for Ormus.
I also made Orgonite from crystals purchased on Ebay.
C’est la vie!
Jon Bon Jovi – Blaze Of Glory (1990)
Social Proof, not Social Goof!
Perception creates reality but in Lenny Kravitz’s case (and probably mine,) I think reality eventually creates perception.
In 1992 (above) I owned the Digipak edition of LK’s 2nd album (below left) and in 1993 I owned the Digipak of album 3:
My dad’s first reaction was to his name – okay so he must be Jewish!
However, my beloved Mama Said ended up severely scratched after I lent it out to a school friend in 1993.
Anyway, on 12 Feb 1994 I saw LK in concert and I even bought a long-sleeved t-shirt – but that’s over now.
Lenny Kravitz – It Ain’t Over ‘Til It’s Over (live, 1995)
During this time LK wasn’t really hard, manly or grungy enough to be universally accepted, at least at my school. I just liked his music. Image was secondary to me, if not completely irrelevant.
In Newcastle, Daniel Johns was bashed because he wasn’t masculine enough, and his music was already pretty heavy.
They were the cool guys, we were just the others guys that were in a band that wasn’t as masculine. (1:00)
In May 2018, I took this photo in Atlit, Israel and by September Lenny had his album cover on the shelves:
Today a rainbow literally appeared in front of me through the trees as I started playing this on drums, and it dissipated by the end.
It’s in my squint at 0:29 … It Ain’t Over Til It’s Over… yeah… tell that to the Social Goofs who stare at the rainbows that no one else are yet to see!