Don Was
Don Was
Don Wasis an American musician, record producer and record executive. Primarily a bass player, Was led the 1980s funk rock band Was. In later years he produced songs and albums for a large number of popular recording artists. In 2012, he became president of jazz music label Blue Note Records...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMusician
Date of Birth13 September 1952
CountryUnited States of America
power people secret-love
People who are in power make their arrangements in secret, largely as a way of maintaining and furthering that power.
people president target
Do people still shoot at presidents? I thought there were more stimulating targets.' (20)
talking once-upon-a-time quality
Money has lost its narrative quality the way painting did once upon a time. Money is talking to itself.
stars light shining
There are dead stars that still shine because their light is trapped in time. Where do I stand in this light, which does not strictly exist? (155)
week minutes
Everything is barely weeks. Everything is days. We have minutes to live.
art taste kitsch
Before pop art, there was such a thing as bad taste. Now there's kitsch, schlock, camp, and porn.
lonely facts
Facts are lonely things
writing paper way
He wanted paper and something to write with, some way to sustain a thought, to place it in the world.
break-through habit break
You have to break through the structure of your own stonework habit just to make yourself listen.
found
The more things I threw away, the more I found.
air computer grows
What good is knowledge if it just floats in the air? It goes from computer to computer. It changes and grows every second of every day. But nobody actually knows anything.
enjoy stills
Let's enjoy the aimless days while we still can.
pain self world
He took pains to avoid self-depreciation, self-mockery, ambiguity, irony, subtlety, vulnerability, a civilized world-weariness and a tragic sense of history--the very things, he says, that are most natural to him.
believe blood missing
History was not a matter of missing minutes on the tape. I did not stand helpless before it. I hewed to the texture of collected knowledge, took faith from the solid and availing stuff of our experience. Even if we believe that history is a workwheel powered by human blood -- read the speeches of Mussolini -- at least we've known the thing together. A single narrative sweep, not ten thousand wisps of disinformation. (82)