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Wednesday, January 28, 2026Daily LogStayed up late last night, so came up short on sleep when I woke up after 10. Reading the Trump chapter in Rogue Elephant. Came down at 11:15. I left 30 emails unopened last night, so we're up to 50 today. I added to Loose Tabs and Music Week, but published neither. Also added a few lists to the EOY aggregate, and finally started registering FDJCP albums. Everything in the 1-point range (21+) just gets a single '+'. Still below freezing outside (29F), but bright. Email (50 messages at 11:30):
Tuesday, January 27, 2026Daily LogI tried running the dishwasher last night. I poured some water into the unit, and did a reset to see if it would drain. It did. But it didn't run. Nor did it flash an error message. In previous cold spells, the problem was that it didn't drain. This seems to be something different, probably still related to freezing. I think I'll just wash the dishes by hand this morning. Then maybe pull the unit out and work on insulation. I wonder if I hadn't paid for it to be installed, whether I would have thought to solve this problem up front: put some insulation on outer wall, maybe cut some ventilation holes so air from basement could rise (wouldn't be hot air, but well above freezing), maybe level the floor. Times like this I miss Jerry even more than usual. I wrote to Bosch to complain. Main thing I don't understand from them is why the red light would remain on indefinitely when nothing is happening. In past years, when it froze up, it wouldn't drain, and that presented an error code. I'm getting nothing here. My KitchenAid mini-chopper broke: can't quite say it died when the problem is that the switch is permanently on now. Should be a trivial repair if I could take it apart, but I haven't tried. I ordered a replacement, going with the larger 5-cup version, since it has the same footprint as the 3.5, but is a bit taller. I thought that might come in handy chopping onions. It also has a widget for whipping cream, although I have little trouble just using my old mixer for that. Having second thoughts this morning. One report said that smaller bowls are handier. I'm thinking about ordering a second one, maybe the 3-cup Cuisinart. I wrote up Music Week yesterday, but didn't post it. I'm sick and tired of music writing, but don't dare say so, lest I disappoint my last few dozen fans. I spent all day yesterday at computer, listening to obscure (and not very good) non-jazz, so I've piled up another half dozen reviews. Playing Jimmy Sproull right now, which feels a lot better. Email (30 messages at 11:42):
Went to bed with 32 messages unread. Wrote a tiny bit on Music Week, and collected some more links for Loose Tabs. Big deal today was going to grocery store. Took me three Dillons stores to find the yogurt I wanted, but I bought a lot when I found it. I was pleased enough I also picked up a piece of steak to fix with mushroom gravy, for my third major comfort food dish in a week or so. Monday, January 26, 2026Music Week
Expanded blog post, January archive (in progress). Tweet: Music Week: 53 albums, 7 A-list Music: Current count 45484 [45431] rated (+53), 23 [14] unrated (+9). New records reviewed this week:
Recent reissues, compilations, and vault discoveries:
Old music:
Unpacking: Found in the mail last week:
Daily LogWoke up about 8. Tried going back to sleep, but couldn't. Read a bit in bed. Came down about 11, finding it 14° outside, bright. Laura paid people to shovel porch and driveway yesterday, so we should be able to drive away if we need to. I'm about to run out of yogurt, which is my standard breakfast. I made a big meatloaf yesterday. Thinking about doing a comfort cooking Substack post, as I can fairly readily build it around a letter I wrote with the chicken & dumplings recipe. Easy enough to add the meatloaf recipe, although I didn't consult it yesterday, improvised a fair amount, and it came out better than ever. But mostly I woke up thinking about the political book. Rogue Republican is providing a pretty good brief synopsis of the Gingrich and Bush-Cheney eras. Looks like two more chapters, with the radicalizations of the Tea Party and Trump [I]. One relatively novel idea is to treat the Nixon presidency as a second New Deal (or a third one, after Johnson's abortive Great Society, which it was more directly in reaction to, and in its peculiar mix of what it advanced and what it retarded was subsumed). This is tied to my belief that the US was moved by the new left through a cultural (but not political) revolution in the late '60s and early '70s. Nixon's New Deal was meant to absorb and blunt that energy, much as FDR's was meant to preclude a proletarian uprising (signficantly by shunting political pressures into unions, which could be bought off without upsetting the corporate order). I think Nixon was much more cynical than FDR in this — FDR grew up in a family of wealthy traders and financiers, but had deep sympathy with farmers, at a time when agricultural work was being decimated, so he sort of backed into the New Deal, but Nixon had to work harder to curry favor with the rich, which gave him more insight into where business was heading. I should publish a Music Week today. Still have zero interest in 2026 releases. Lots of stuff piled up. Small stack of mail unopened. Email (20 messages):
Sunday, January 25, 2026Daily LogWoke up about 8:30. Took my acetominophen, and read in the bathroom for a while. When I tired of that, I decided to go back to bed and read some more. I finally put the mask back on, and fell back asleep, waking around 11:30. Today's nightmare involved car dealer "service." It was still 4F when I went to bed last night, having stayed at that level pretty much all day. Laura said the temperature dropped to 2F. Oddly, I don't seem to be able to look up how cold it got this morning: only that as of 12:10 PM it's 9F, with a high expected of 13F, and a low tonight of 0F (or maybe 3F). Sunny now. Possibly clouds tonight, but we seem to be above the "Massive snowstorm to bury areas from Oklahoma City to New York City, Boston" later today. Checking around, I also discovered this is the 25th, and not the 26th, which I had already opened up a Daily Log entry before going to bed last night. I went back through the notebook, and seemed to have slipped a day, missing the 19th. I've correct all of those entries, but yesterday's Loose Tabs is still dated the 25th, my chicken & dumplings means for Steve's birthday were actually cooked on the 23rd, as was the text message I sent him. I didn't call because I figure he's usually busy, but should catch up. Plan is to make meatloaf today. Other than that, I'll be huddled up by my space heater, typing away, probably listening to old 2025 music, as I'm still not ready for 2026. Email (15 messages at 12:30):
Documented, fwiw: Joe Lunday posted in Expert Witness:
Iris Demento commented:
David Everall responded:
Those were the 2 featured comments, without digging through the whole load of 114, which I haven't done and don't want to. I noticed this yesterday, but didn't copy this down until I saw a separate post by Alfred Soto:
To which Joey Daniewicz added:
I probably shouldn't have bothered, but I'm not going out of my way to follow this group anyway.
Saturday, January 24, 2026Loose TabsPick up draft here (opened Jan. 13; Jan. 16 is the optimistic early target, but the slot is reserved to appear before next Music Week, which can wait until I'm done here). Actual publication was on Saturday, January 25, with 459 links and 31382 words, which is quite possibly my most ever. (Yes and no: my final Speaking of Which wound up at 346 links, 37187 words.) Daily LogTemperature dropped steadily yesterday, from 11F when I got up to 3F when I went to bed. Not sure when it started snowing, probably around 6PM. Again, went to bed early, after nodding off during TV. Got up after 9, with a nightmare where I shot a home invader. Read about the weakening of national party organizations from 1940s-1980s: the "service model" type which tended to proliferate in periods out of power, punctuated by personal capture by sitting presidents. Also on how campaign finance "reform" pushed most of the money into non-party PACs. Didn't get that far, but the pursuit of PAC money is what allowed Clinton to take over the Democratic Party, which he then turned into a personality cult. But the [Rogue Elephant] book's focus is on Republicans, and their relentless move rightwards, funded by far-right donors and directed by the political "entrepreneurs" who serviced them. When I came down, it was 4F outside, and still snowing, albeit very lightly. Total accumulation so far is unlikely to be more than 3 inches. At some point, I should bundle up and see if I can sweep it away from the doors, especially in the back, where the dog is obligated to do his business. Yesterday's chicken and dumplings were wonderful. I probably ate half the batch, but I do have another meal's worth leftover. I was going to wait a day before making the meatloaf, but I might just go ahead and do that today. Yesterday's movie, Sinners, was a bust as far as I'm concerned. I guess I had heard it would be a vampires story, but it's hard to anticipate such bullshit. (Oddly enough, I regularly watched Dark Shadows in my youth, as it was a late afternoon syndicated series, along with Star Trek reruns and Joe Pyne's talk show. But I still haven't seen Tim Burton's movie version.) We'll probably watch another movie today. Not much else to do as we're just hunkered down until the weather clears. Not sure when I'll post Loose Tabs. I have a lot, but I'm still finding more. It's not like I have many readers waiting breathlessly. It's mostly just an exercise in calibrating my understanding of the world. I did log the Expert Witness poll, and may do some more music lists today. If nothing else, that feeds me titles to listen to. Giving Saint Etienne a second chance right now. Email (11 messages at 10:47):
Friday, January 23, 2026Daily LogScrambled yesterday to try to get things done before the cold and snow hits. I was so tired last night I had a hard time keeping awake for TV. I wound up going to bed before Laura, shortly after 2. I woke up once, didn't budge, and fell back asleep, eventually logging 443 minutes. Cold hit overnight: Laura reported 14°; when I came down, it was down to 11°F. No snow yet, but it's gray outside. Winter storm warning from noon today to noon Sunday, with snow accumulation of 6-12 inches. Low tonight 3, high tomorrow 6, lows after that of { 0, -2, 13, 14, 14, 14 }, with a sunny high of 21 on Monday, 30 on Tuesday, 36 on Wednesday, then down a bit. Weather.com has similar lows, slightly higher highs (40 on Wednesday), and goes further out, finally hitting 55 on Thursday, February 5. We usually get one real cold snap each year. This won't be the worst, but it should count. Last several years we had the dishwasher freeze up. I should pull it out, insulate behind it, and add some ventilation. Like many other appliance repairs, I've been putting that off. I did get some things done yesterday to prepare for the storm. I brought the ladder in and changed the back room ceiling fan light bulb, and one of the dining room spotlights. I had to go to Ace to buy the halogen bulb. Laura wanted some "ice melt" and a snow shovel. I brought one battered shovel in from the garage, and also a push broom and the leaf blower. Snow will supposedly be light and dry, so I thought the broom and maybe even the blower might suffice. Ace was near out of snow shovels, but I bought a small, lightweight plastic one with a telescoping handle — the sort of thing one might keep in the car. After I got back, and fixed the lights, I put the ladder away in the garage. We drove out to Laura's audiologist appointment, then did some grocery shopping at Whole Foods, picked up at Thai Tradition, and came home. I finally tackled the attic. I had left a bunch of tools up there, plus there was a lot of sawdust and detritus from previous work there, plus whatever the roofers added (mostly from cutting the opening for the ridge vent). I set up a table in the back bedroom, and handed the tools and hardware down to Laura. I then swept up as much as I could. I left a couple rakes, the air cleaner, the big trash can, and various pieces of scrap wood. When we're ready to work again (which won't be until it warms up some), I can better organize what I need, and not have to work around all the mess. I still need to close up the gable vents, and make sure the soffit vents are unobstructed, but I figure no rush on that. The ventillation will be stressed in the summer, not now. Today is Steve's birthday. I figured I'd celebrate by cooking up a batch of chicken & dumplings. Bought some chicken legs for the purpose. Also picked up a pound each of ground beef and pork, plus some sweet potatoes and a turnip for a meatloaf later in the week, so I can do a bit of comfort cooking during the freeze. Email (41 messages as of 12:15), mostly new music I'm in no mood to pursue:
Dinner was very good. I took a plate picture and sent it to Steve, noting his birthday. Laura wanted to watch a movie. I agreed to do it when dinner was ready. She was going to watch something else, but switched to Sinners since I was willing. I thought the whole vampire thing was pretty awful, although I didn't mind the Ku Klux Klan getting slaughtered at the end. I heard this set some kind of record for most Oscar nominations ever. Brad Luen posted his Expert Witness Poll album results today. I should log them. While I'm at it, I'll transcribe them here, and add my grades in parentheses:
Thursday, January 22, 2026Daily LogWoke up about 10:30. I finished Kaplan's Dark Territory last night, and started John Heideman's Rogue Elephant. Still working on Loose Tabs, which is currently up to: 329 links, 24818 words (30291 total). I should try to wrap it up, but the short-term future looks pretty bleak: while it's in the 40s today, they're predicting up to 12 inches of snow tomorrow, followed by a sub-zero freeze and extreme cold as far as the forecast stretches out. That suggests to me that I should do a bunch of errands ASAP today, and put off writing until it hits and I have nothing better to do. Errands: I need to find (or buy) a snow shovel; replace a couple light bulbs (involving ladders, probably from garage); return library books (two were renewed, but one will be due on Jan. 25 (Artificial Intelligence All-in-One, which I haven't cracked open); I need to sweep out the attic, and bring stuff down, as we won't be working there for at least another week. Laura has moved her audiologist appointment up to this afternoon, so I have to work around that. Quote-new computer is crashing without explanation. First problem was a week or two ago when Firefox crashed. I was only able to get it running again by wiping all the history. Then a few days ago, more stuff started hanging. Now I can't even login. I haven't spent any time seriously trying to debug it. The few things I use it for I can do on my working machine, but it too freaked out yesterday, forcing a hard reboot. Seems to be ok for now. Gremlins, I guess. Could shut me down at any moment. Seems like I should be doing something about this, but I'm hard-pressed to figure out what. Email (29 messages):
Wednesday, January 21, 2026Daily LogI went to Max Brown's funeral yesterday. There was a graveside service after: cold and windy, with a small military honor guard (2 people; Max wasn't much of a soldier — at least he never talked about it — and I wonder whether he would have requested one). Then back to the church for a pretty nice buffet. Ken Brown came to the funeral, as well as the nephew/nieces from Arkansas. We retired to Max's farm house, which was still in pretty good order. I stayed there until about 8 PM, then drove back to Wichita. I got a text from Tom James with a "final invoice" for the roof work, which looks to be be more than the estimate, yet still doesn't include the coating to fix the color screw up on the carport roof. I previously told him I didn't want to talk about it until next week — I called it a "cooling off period," which now I need more than ever. I made my week proposal before I heard that Max died, which has taken up most of my time since Saturday. Everything else has gone into Loose Tabs. I'd like to wrap that up today, but on some level I don't care when I finish it. All it's doing is pushing back Music Week (and whatever remedial poll work I have left), and I'm finding I'm caring very little about all that. Email (47 messages, many left over from yesterday):
Marianne Pyeatt posted about Max on Facebook. I originally thought about forwarding her post, then decided to write my own:
Tuesday, January 20, 2026Daily LogWoke up at 8:30. Still reading Kaplan, on the post-Snowdon fall out, next to last chapter. Need to go to Max Brown's funeral today, 1 PM, in Douglas. Laura and I went to the viewing last night. Max was unrecognizable. Rhonda, Brenda, Tammy, and Richard were there, as was Richard's son Beau. We met a few others: a brother and sister of Max's late wife, Doris; a Pyeatt cousin who lives in Mulvane. We went out to Applebees for dinner afterwards. I delivered my cookies and brownies. I understand that the church will have food after the burial. Some (Richard and Beau) are planning on leaving right after, with the others leaving on Wednesday. I've offered to cook dinner on Wednesday, but so far no takers. Cold again today. Hope the outside bit is brief. Email (21 messages at 9:45):
Monday, January 19, 2026Daily LogShuffling dates here, as Loose Tabs isn't finished yet. I will, of course, hold Music Week back until I publish it. So for now, it's just floating above the daily grind. Tammy drove her sisters to Max's country estate near Douglas. Rhonda called, saying they had a nice drive, but were exhausted. Richard and his son Beau are supposed to arrive today, in time for the 5-7 viewing. I'll be there. Proabably Laura too, although I suspect she'll skip the Tuesday funeral. I'm lobbying for them to stay an extra day so I can fix dinner Wednesday. Seems unlikely. I made a batch of brownies and two batches of cookies (chocolate chip and oatmeal-raisin) to take with. That seems to be my default response to death: bake. Got up around 11. Email (11 messages as of 12:24):
Sunday, January 18, 2026Daily LogWoke up around 7, but went back to sleep, and sayed warm until 10:30 or so. Read some. Came down. A bit less cold today, but will get cold again tomorrow, then back into the 40s for later in the week. Monday and Tuesday will be taken up by Max Brown's funeral. I talked to Rhonda again last night. She, Brenda, and Tammy are driving to Douglas today. They're planning on staying in Max's old house, although he's been in a nursing home for a couple years now, so I wonder what kind of shape it's in. Viewing at mortuary in Derby is tomorrow, 5-7, so I'll hook up with them then. Richard is coming up Monday, and leaving after the funeral on Tuesday. His daughter, Ashley, is due to give birth, hence the rush. Tammy will probably want to leave soon too, and Brenda and Rhonda depend on her for the ride back, so this may be too short. I need to do some prep today: get gas, go to grocery store. I'd like to cook something for after, so cookies and brownies may be the safest bet. I'd like to fix dinner, but that will take an extra day, and we may not have one. I still need to contact some people. Jan tells me that Ken is coming to the funeral, so will be good to see him there. Meanwhile today, I'll keep plugging away on Loose Tabs. Email (16 messages by 1:05):
Last day to vote in Brad Luen's 15th Annual Expert Witness Poll. Let's see if I can figure this out:
Saturday, January 17, 2026Daily LogThey finished the roof yesterday. The crowning touch was replacing a piece of fallen vinyl soffit near the apex of the north gable. Two cosmetic problems: one is that they didn't slip the tab under the partial top piece, so you can see the nailing strip; the other is that, having fallen down 6-8 years ago, it's been sitting in my closet, accumulating less dirt than outside, so it looks relatively bright. I've lived without it this long, so I'm won't complain. My main complaint is that they put black mod-bit over the carport, where I previously had light-gray. The black will heat up even more in the summer than the gray does, which was already uncomfortable to venture onto. Nobody wants to tear it up and replace it with new material. Tom James suggested adding a coating to change the color. I asked for a week to think about it. If we do that, I'd be tempted to put a similar coating on the flat roof in the back. That will push back reinstalling the air conditioner, and working on the railing, but right now I'm in no rush. It was 22F when I got up. I took a rare nap last night, and slept for 90 minutes. Got up and we watched the last two episodes of 7 Dials, an Agatha Christie mystery lacking either of her two top sleuths. I got up at 8:30 this morning, after a pretty solid sleep that hit 100 on the meter only by counting the previous nap. I read some, but I'm losing interest. The insider material on America's cyberwarriors is a long list of names and acronyms, with paranoia and pranks that are assumed to have importance, but only do within the war mindset. But a couple brief sections on Russian cyber operations in Estonia and Georgia point of the prospect of reckless mischief, which Putin has perpetuated. And then there's a tiny bit on Israel, where whole books could be (and probably have been) written. I went back to bed, more seeking warmth than sleep, but after a few more pages, I put the gear on and logged a few more minutes. I can tell that I did get back to sleep as my thoughts eventually became irreal: I was picking up some stuff around the house, and turned a box over, with several bunnies hopping out. I finally got up and came down around 11. I got a call yesterday that Max Brown died. He was my oldest living cousin, 89, unless Lee Brown is still alive (last time I tried looking him up, I saw something that he might not be, but I didn't quite trust the report). Rhonda Pyeatt called, and we had a long talk. Jan called later (actually called Laura), and said she had heard from Brenda Metcalf. Email (8 messages by 11:50):
Friday, January 16, 2026Daily LogGot up shortly after 8. Machine rated last night's sleep a 75. Not sure it even feels that good. I took my book to the bathroom, but sat down before I realized I forgot to turn the light switch on. Roofers showed up around 8:30. I went out and complained about the carport roof: the old one was light gray, but they glued down black. I asked one of the guys whether they were done with it. He said they still have some silicone to do. There's a bit of curl at the edges, that needs attention. Also there are irregularities in the surface, which suggest pockets of trapped air. Things to talk about with Tom James, when he arrives. Knowing about the screw up probably contributed to my poor sleep. Biggest problem most of the night was inability to breathe through my nose, and very dry mouth. Email (10 messages when I started; up to 19 at 9:26).
Thursday, January 15, 2026Daily LogGot up just before 8. Roofers had just arrived. I expected to have to move the car, but they backed their truck and trailer into the driveway, and are working around the car in the carport. I walked the dog, then settled into working on Loose Tabs. I figured I'd start by going through Vox since early December. Spent all yesterday on that, and haven't finished. I set up Friday as publication date, but the amount of stuff, both alarming and bizarre, in the two months since my last post is enormous. At most I'll provide a sampling, one reason to focus on a single, broad-focused publication. Email (12 messages by 9:00 AM):
I got this letter from Lou Jean:
Wednesday, January 14, 2026Daily LogWoke up moments before the door bell rang, at 8:00 AM. Roofers were here, and wanted me to move the car to the street. Even so, with no morning routine, only sitting down at computer at 8:30, with no reading. Car is in the street. They backed a pickup with a fairly small trailer into the driveway. Even before, they had started scraping and throwing things off the roof. Not sure how many people are here. Probably 3 or 4. Email (20 messages at 9:30): Tuesday, January 13, 2026Daily LogWoke up at 8. Got a bit less than 5 hours of sleep, but figured I couldn't get much more. Read a bit, then came down. Still no evidence of roofers at 9, but shouldn't be much longer. Bill Marx went ahead and started posting Poll pieces yesterday, forcing my hand to say it's up. I scrambled to update the website: take down the voter information notes, add links to the ArtsFuse, unlock the ballots and results. Only did the 2025 directory. Top level is unchanged, and needs work. I sent out email to jpadmin, jazzpoll, jpmedia. I posted notices on BlueSky and X. I wrote up and posted Music Week. I wrote Marx this morning, to suggest he pay Henkin for his article. Roofers still not here at 9:20. Playing Professor Longhair. Will work on the jigsaw a bit, then breakfast. Email (20 messages by 9:20): Monday, January 12, 2026Music Week
Expanded blog post, January archive (in progress). Tweet: Music Week: 49 albums, 3 A-list Music: Current count 45431 [45382] rated (+49), 14 [9] unrated (+5). New records reviewed this week:
Recent reissues, compilations, and vault discoveries:
Old music:
Unpacking: Found in the mail last week:
Daily LogLeft 18 pieces of mail unexamined last night. That counts my one to jpadmin, recounting the poll status. I've delivered three articles to ArtsFuse, with five (shorter) ones to go. Got up at 9, and read more in Kaplan's cyberwarfare book. Mostly things I know, dropping lots of names I don't know. Second chapter reminds me how primitive computing was in the 1990s compared to what we know and do today. I'm already convinced that the problem isn't the technology but the malevolence built into our social systems, mostly government and business, with their power drives and self-exculpating morals. Tom James wants to come over ASAP to look at the carport, and decide how to "level" the former post areas. My suspicion is that there is rotten wood underneath, and that it should be reinforced if not removed, but Tom only wants to recover the surface without looking under it. I'm waiting until afternoon, when AC person will come over to disconnect the mini-split. Cold (37°F) this morning, but clear and supposed to warm up to 56. Tomorrow should be a bit warmer but cloudy, then a cold front enters and the rest of the week is high 40s, low 20s. Shingles are supposed to arrive today, which probably means a truck with an extension ladder that can deposit them on the roof. No specific time on that. I need to finish going through Marx's edit of the essays, and send them off to him. Not sure whether to dive straight in, or wait until after breakfast. Playing Lester Young at the moment. Email (31 messages):
Sunday, January 11, 2026Daily LogNot sure when I got up. My eyes don't work when they first open, but the CPAP measured 100, and by the time I had read some — I tried Robin Hood Math last night, and didn't get into it (something about devising your own ranking systems as a counter to their ranking systems), I picked up Kaplan's cyberwarfare book and read the first chapter — come down, glanced at a couple emails, and opened this up, it was 12:30. I took a bit of time yesterday to fix dinner. I posted about it here:
I made one cup of rice, and (I think) three cups of dashi. I only used half of the bean curd package. It was extra firm, and I was expecting it to brown a bit more, so I overcooked it, making it dry and tough. We have some rice and dashi left over, and a lot of roe, but the eel went fast. It's gotten pretty expensive, but I have another one in the freezer, so it wouldn't be hard to reprise this meal. I'm not exactly looking forward to it. Not much reaction to the Facebook post. Resolved that today will be the last day before sending off the poll essays. Actually, Marx's response to looking at the drafts has been to format them as ready to go. I'll look at that after breakfast, as well as edits suggested by Nathan Van Wyck and Phil Freeman. More on email below. Nothing I can see in response to yesterday's Substack post ("Editing Help Wanted"; 1 like, no comments, no direct mail). Maybe just something I felt a need to get off my chest, but it's hard not to feel embarrassed right now. I started moving stuff around the Debut piece last night, and left it broken. I'm not sure I can do this, or even keep it together. Email (14 messages):
More excised from the jazz poll essays:
Saturday, January 10, 2026Daily LogBad night sleeping. Got up around 9, and stayed up for lack of any better ideas. I have a lot of work to do this weekend, although it is possible that most of it will turn out to be nothing more than deciding to put a lid on the work I've already done. I wrote this about the jazz poll last night:
Only response this morning is from Bill Marx, who wants to know when he can start inserting the stuff into WordPress. I wrote back saying that I expected to sign off on the essays Sunday night, so he can start working Monday morning. At this point, I basically just need some confidence that what I'm writing is good enough to publish. As I noted, I'm having a hard time keeping all of this straight in my head. I could have added that my confusion is only compounding my usual high level of self-doubt. Nor did I add that the whole exercise is eroding my belief that the enterprise itself is worthwhile. Email (10 messages by 10:06):
I published a short piece on Substack: Editing Help Wanted. Trying to close out the poll writing/editing, and nothing conveys desperation like pleading for help. I've had very little success doing this in the past, but what the fuck? Friday, January 09, 2026Daily LogSlept until 10. Someone from Arambula ringed the bell. Laura was up and got it. They said they'd work on the roof next week. Just wanted to take a look today. Glad they missed this week, given all the work I've had to do on the poll. We saw Terry Gross on Colbert last night. She talked about Francis, but didn't mention the poll. I'm beginning to feel like everyone's forgotten about the poll. Makes me wonder why I haven't given up on it. Or maybe I have? Maybe that's why this is going so slow? I had the thought about music in 2025 that maybe this isn't normal. Maybe we actually are dead, and just haven't noticed it yet? In any given year, most of the releases were recorded a year or more ago. The present just hasn't caught up with us yet. I think the cut-back Davis essay works ok, and I have more than enough for New. I've done quite a bit on Old, and it's close to done. The categories need to be restructured, but not much to that, and not much more to say. The Voters piece is pretty good. So is the RIP piece. I've already added a couple Notes. I'm thinking I can turn it all over to Marx by Monday, so it should come out next week. But I'm getting no feedback from jpadmin. I've updated the website, but haven't conveyed much of this. Passive-aggressive, sure. We'll let the chips fall where they may. Email (29 messages by 11:42; listening to Fats Waller, going to work on the jigsaw a bit):
More surplus writing from the jazz poll essays:
Thursday, January 08, 2026Daily LogGot up at 9. Looks like it had rained. Having finished The Bomb, I started Robin Hood Maths, was struck by the author's command of his much data is being generated and tracked these days, but turned off a bit by the self-help promises. Then I picked up Afterglow, where Francis Davis wrote up his final interviews with Pauline Kael. Slim book. I'll probably finish it first. Had another horrible day of procrastination yesterday, but when I finally did start looking at my essays, I made a small bit of progress. I managed two things:
CPAP machine read 90 when I got up, but I'm already feeling very tired. After 11, and I haven't even found music to play yet. Time to get moving. Email (32 messages, but none look promising):
I wasn't available to find an album on Spotify that seemed likely to be there (I've found other albums from same artist and label), so I thought I'd try Napster. I did, and couldn't find any music at all. Rather, they gave me a screen full of "companions" — complete strangers, of no interest to me. After looking around a bit, I found something that said they're "no longer a music streaming platform," but have become some kind of "AI experience." I canceled my subscription, which goes back to Rhapsody days, c. 2008. Took me several attempts to get through to them, but just got confirmation. Wednesday, January 07, 2026Daily LogI sent email to jpadmin on the advanced state of the essays. No response as of noon, when I finally sat down at the computer. I got up after 10, read the end of The Bomb (which covers Trump and North Korea, but doesn't mention Biden), as well as the Acks and some footnotes. Not sure what book goes next. I still have Kaplan's book on cyber warfare, which intrigues me mostly because the whole activity makes so little sense to me. At least with nuclear policy, it was always clear that the theorists were untethered from reality, and that the entire domain of their thoughts was fantasy. That's probably every bit as true for cyber, but with nuclear at least you could calculate destruction, and in the end those numbers proved sobering. But who knows with cyber? Probably no one, but certainly a small subset of those who think they know. Dumpster arrived next door, so they're finally disposing of the wreckage they've torn out of the house. Presumably it will be here until they redo the roof, so that will lapse into next week. Our own roof will probably happen next week. I rather hope nothing happens until then, as I have much too much other stuff to deal with. Email (26 messages): I literally deleted everything, including a bunch of 2026 advance downloads. I couldn't be more disinterested. One thing I am doing is moving the rest of the poll picks into my list of 2025 jazz albums to consider (the sub-2% section). Much there I'm never going to listen to, but I need to play something while I attempt to write.
I'm editing the essays for the jazz critics poll, with a desperate eye toward wrapping them up. In many cases, the easiest way to do this is to rip out things I had written that weren't really going anywhere. For instance, the original intro to the Francis Davis piece:
Tuesday, January 06, 2026Daily LogHorrible day writing yesterday, winding up with little more than three paragraphs on the Davis piece, as my deadline for delivery slipped away. I fidgeted. I snacked, relentlessly (my weight having already climbed back to 214 a few days ago). I came within a hair of finishing the jigsaw puzzle (close enough I can't touch it this morning, as Laura likes to finish them together). I gave no thought to Music Week, which at this rate I'm likely to miss completely. At the end I started compiling Davis quotes from his poll pieces, but only got through 2006, at a pace that's unlikely to be useful. I did wake up thinking, and have a couple ideas on how to proceed. The Davis piece needs to start differently, with a declaration that our leader is gone but we're still here, and while this started as his poll, now it's ours. Then I introduce the table of contents. Beyond that I can add my ruminating about why he (and I) have kept the poll going so long. Then I need to move over to New, and there I can get grim about the world and hopeful about the art, but not too hopeful, perhaps because the art isn't all that great. After that, it's mostly a matter of going back over the pieces, making the structure more uniform, setting up the Notes sections, and seeding them with some initial examples. Email (18 messages): most notable thing here is that none of them relate to the poll. Implicit message is stop caring.
Monday, January 05, 2026Daily LogSlept until 10. Read about Obama's interest in, and inept handling of, nuclear disarmament. Like so much else, a litany of opportunities lost mostly because he never was willing to clearly break with the inanities and misconceptions. This cycling of Republican and Democrat presidents going back to Nixon is like alternating bouts of cancer and chemo: the cancer is trying to kill you, although sometimes you still feel euphoric; the chemo saves your life, but all you feel is shitty. While some people know better, others long for the good old days, when they had cancer but felt better. And so it cycles. Got a text from Tom James. Some problem with the flashing I don't understand. Says they'll have materials later this week. The roof isn't a headache I need right now. I failed to get my essays done yesterday. I'll try again today. At this point it's just a lot of stuff to juggle in my mind. I should go ahead and take a stab at the Davis essay, as that's always been the linchpin of the whole deal. Then make a pass and try to line up everything else behind it. I got a replacement for the UPS battery yesterday. The UPS has been erupting periodically with warning beeps, and once conked out completely, so I've been on tenderhooks the last couple days. I shut the system down late last night, and swapped in the battery. I then let it charge overnight, before bringing the computer up this morning. Looks good. I haven't swapped the keyboards yet. I've ordered, but don't yet have, the weather station power adapter. Currently running it on battery power, which seems to be dead for now (although I thought that yesterday, then had it return in the evening, when the dim screen was easier to see). Email (15 messages, so far):
Sunday, January 04, 2026Daily LogGot up just before 9. Read about the bomb-addled diplomatic failures with North Korea, where at least half of the problem went unexamined, as introspection about the motives and mindset of US foreign policy isn't allowed, even by writers who should know better — who spend their whole careers exposing the repeated failures such mindset generates. I'm deeply troubled by yesterday's news on Venezuela, to the extent that I feel I should be writing about it instead of sorting through the year in jazz, which I'm coming to see not just as a muddle but as perhaps the manic twitchings of a still warm corpse. America is bein run by gangsters, who think they can act with impugnity, and are eagerly testing their limits. As always, the core sin is faith in the efficacy of power, which they worship and lust for. Yesterday was supposed to be my big push forward on the essays. I got very little done. Not nothing, but very little of what I needed. As I recall, I wrote a bit more on Old, and I added the table to New. I also started writing in Voters: three paragraphs of intro there; looks like it needs two more. I moved a bunch of Old intro past the list, and should probably do the same with Debut. As a rule, I should get to the lists after 2-3 paragraphs, and leave the explication for later. Voters may be the exception here, as the list is just that, the sort of thing you bury at the end of an Acknowledgments piece. I found myself thinking about adding another piece, "I Guess It's My Poll Now," but I should probably hold off on that, and maybe even reserve it for my Substack. But while New should be the main thrust of my writing today, I should at least start to sketch out the Davis piece, as I need it to introduce the now-balkanized section, and I have some good comments to hang off of it. Email (5 messages): couldn't be more useless. Well, except for:
Saturday, January 03, 2026Daily LogGot up too early, before 9. Read more Bomb, going from Reagan to Bush. Weighed myself, up to 214. Laura tells me that Trump somehow managed to kidnap Maduro, and is flying him to New York to stand trial for something or other. Probably better than Miami, or Guantanamo, but Trump is less concerned with justice than with ratings, and to get that he needs a show trial. Think of all the press Obama missed out on by just having Osama Bin Laden shot on the spot. Sure, the move could be a "teachable moment," like Eichmann in Jerusalem, but what's the case? I doubt they've thought that part through. So they may wind up having to stage a suicide, like with Epstein? Internet went out last night, then my computer crashed. Actually, it was the UPS that crashed, taking the computer with it. So not only did I get no after-midnight work done, I couldn't even write about it to jpadmin. I'll have to do that today. But both were up this morning, so I have some hope of resuming work. But I'm slowly easing into it: started by working on the jigsaw puzzle, then by writing this. Played Houston Person to start the day, but I'm trying to get serious, so I pulled up Fieldwork. My plan now is to deliver the essays with minimal notes on Monday-Tuesday, then add more substantial notes later in the week. That will drag the process out a bit, but I still want to see the thing come together. I've written initial drafts for Latin, Vocal, Debut, and Old, and have a bit of boilerplate for New. Each piece is longer (and I think better) than the previous. The Davis and obits pieces could be delivered after the results tables. I really need to knuckle down on those pieces this weekend. Email (10-12 messages):
Friday, January 02, 2026Daily LogYesterday was another exercise in frustration in attempting to work on the essays. I did manage to re-read most of the previous essays, and gained various insights. I was also surprised to find how much I had written in the last 2-3 years, covering almost everything I might ever want to say on the subject. The biggest source of frustration was trying to edit with WordPress. I can't see what I'm doing — perhaps a smaller font would help in that regard? — and more importantly I can't find the controls. I've been stymied by dumb things like trying to insert HTML entities for em-dashes, accented characters, etc. And lots of problems with lists. I finally threw up my hands, and created a new set of PHP files for the essays. At least I can write in them. Maybe when I've done my bit, I'll copy them back into WP, and deal with the comment sections (now renamed "Notes"). That's where the collaboration tools may prove useful, although thus far I'm not finding much need for them, lacking both collaborators and inputs — not that I'm devoid of either; knowing that I'm not just adds more weight onto my shoulders. I woke up around 8, but went straight back to bed. For once, I did manage to fall back asleep. Woke up just before noon, with a nightmare about driving with no effective brakes down off a mountain into a city, and at the last minute looping into a parking lot where I could drive in circles until the car slowed down. Song in my head was "Surabaya, Johnny." [Looked it up later and found YouTubes from Lotte Lenya and Marianne Faithfull.] I read a bit of The Bomb, moving from "mad men" to stark-raving Reagan and his vulcans. Came down, and the UPS was screaming bloody murder. That started yesterday, and I've ordered a new battery, but mute seems to be temporary. I'm still having a terrible time with my keyboard here. I haven't tried the new cables yet, which might allow me to swap back the better one. With the Logitech I'm typing slower and making more typos. But I'm not sure the disruption will help much. I need to get through the essays today. If I can do that, two days for working on Notes will be short, but could be substantial enough. Email (16 mmessages). I changed up the plan on the essays a bit. In order to make a Monday deadline, I want to concentrate on getting the core essays straightened out, and postpone work on the extra Notes until after publication. It's going to be a squeeze to get just that much done by Monday. And it's going to be easier to do the Notes later, once the results have been published. It should be easier to get comments. And I won't have to balance the work off against minimal work. I wrote this up and sent to Bill Marx. I'm not expecting any objection, but as I'm writing this (2:21 AM), the network is down, so I'm not able to update the website, send, or receive mail. Moreover, computer just crashed when the UPS pulled the power down. Got a "F02" flashing message. No idea what it means. (Internet is down.) I got quite a bit written on Debuts; basics on Vocal and Latin; a good start on Old; nothing but boilerplate for New. I haven't looked at Henkin's RIP yet. Nothing on Davis. I probably have a dozen letters offering Notes, but I'm not sure how good they are. Thursday, January 01, 2026Daily LogWe were up, but didn't observe the moment 2025 ended and 2026 began. We were watching Shakespeare & Hathaway, and quite content with that. We followed that up with mislabeled reruns of Jimmy Kimmel and Seth Myers, which despite being based on old news, still hit their target. How can anyone fail to recognize that Trump is not just evil but also ridiculous? Afterwards, around 1 AM, I tried to wrap up my final 2025 Music Week. I figured that much of what needed to be done was mechanical, and I could still do that, even if I could no longer think (or type) clearly. I failed, and gave up, going to bed around 2:30. I woke up before 9 again, pretty miserable, but thinking of my jazz poll essays. I read some of The Bomb, moving from Nixon's failed madman theories to Carter's doomed attempts to insert human concerns into the "thinking about the unthinkable." One oddity was that I had just gotten a letter from Fred Kaplan, on some trivial jazz poll point, so I wrote back and mentioned that I was reading his book.
Email (10 messages, the world is on a holiday schedule, so it's mostly just robots pestering me):
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