I gather energy from music. Painting is a dance of color and form and gesture, and music that aligns with the moment pushes that to new levels.
I tend not to catch the lyrics or mood of music. I’ve been asked how can you listen to that it’s so sad/caustic/betraying – as if that was where I took energy from. It’s the beat, the words are driven from that.
Florence + the Machine.
Norah Jones (especially the recent Little Broken Hearts – nice stuff).
Ahmad Jamal. Eighty-something and awesomely good.
Kat Edmonson/Jaimee Paul/Renee Olstead/Madeleine Peyroux – torch stuff.
Marc Cohn – brilliant songwriter.
Cypress Hill. A change of pace.
Jeff Beck, from “You Had It Coming.”
Chick Corea, “Light as a Feather.”
Gretchen Parlato, more torch jazz.
Right now these work. I have all the CDs I’ve ever bought ripped to 256 VBR files, cataloged in iTunes, served over Airport Express modules to every room. What I listen to can and does change…