Notes on the series: PiaGnosisDedicated to Anthony BraxtonThe CD by the same name only with little g (Piagnosis) is the first and title CD of the series; it doesn’t include other solo piano work also posted here and on Soundcloud, as my Pay2Play series (covers that I pay for a mechanical license to record copyrighted material), knowing no post-cost profits will necessarily accrue.PiaGnosis is all me, no such tribute proffered--even when theft of intellectual property has in fact occurred.Two main concepts in both series = Chinese literati (solo music, a là Glenn Gould: for my ears first, then flung out to the rest); and the decision whether and how and when to pay tribute as mine alone.---Liner notes for Piagnosis CDSee cross section of the three meninges lining the brain and spinal cord at en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MeningesIII. Tender Mother (spontaneously improvised)i. pia matera round (my brain) and core-dove (spine) reclines a tender mother. She there suPine sheathes heir, where all myjunk resides...the bio of my vitae.ii. spider motherbeyond (the lining she provides), a spy(dura) mother weaves our web, where lives the liminal: strands of said junk surrounding ( ) holes ( ) of ( ) no ( ) such thing...:iii. dura materSuch a tough mother! finely, wombingboth the above in their berths around my selfstuff. All inner life tendeRed, all tangled webs woven to ensnare prey,predators, self...all get their sweet comeuppancefrom that one tough mother when she comes up from heirs with their faces for the world just under, just behind--not beyond my skull and scalp and hair--her.iv. the Three Meningesthis trio of mothers--so named by ancient Mediterranean cosmophysiologists who saw them as such--trinitize themselves int(w)o my Three Meninges. Pealed up art, a trin I tywould not be redeuced to a unity thus born;a YouNut(tea) as much (as a trinity) would be torn.They (each meninx) would die...I (unshielded, unsheathed) would dIe.II. Spider Woman(improvised from copyrighted property: covers...but taken so far out that I rename and claim them as my originals. Guess their source, threaten or sue me, and I’ll reVerse my course.)iii. Piameter Dolorosaa soft sorrow? but it sounds so undolorouslyhappy-light. (?) Well...if one softens the tragic, does it not thus lean to joy?ii. WebMaster Weave Inthe trinister trick’s stir...: logos, ratio, maya... liminal living, half spirit/matter: morphogenetic field embroidery: Swiss chi’s...||and the silence is in music, per Cage and Miles, and his twin nemesIs Ms. Monk...: Ragtime to know Time...(should be hard timetune [o!] time)...raga’s in the middle...i. Durametrically Apposed...until it’s just all in, potentia actude.Tough mama’s no different in kind thansisters pia and spider; her hardness justwilled itself so, wild and wily, to protectthose two as much as they, with her, ProTech’d my brain, spine, CNS. (A thing is perFeckTED, Sabbath-ready, when its creator issick of working on it.)ivy: Tunebrainis automanic, the place where Toy’llcease Is; inTent, strategy, planning, scheming all cease--the dura part inFormed by the pia and the spider parts unHarden in ménAge à throis...And here is where I salute my dedicatee, Anthony Braxton:My payback seemed that of a writer, serving your life and work; but hear is more: my music took in your influence, and moved it from the horn blown like you to the keys boarded like me. You did what need not be done by me; I do on piano what...does.I don’t know how your mind worked its way into my hands and central nervous system on this 10-fingered contraption, but I can feel and hear that it happened. So thanks!ii. WillKey MayBy this time, everything is out, literally (dura = ex); two tracks are covers, but so forgotten and untraceable that they are now mine, mine...MINE! two are originals, but so hard and fast that they are beyond me...objects as detached as covers are...The Milky Way is what we call that; the WillKey May is what I call the same thing only with its dark matter and energy InClued(Dead)...iii. AnimaloverAnimal lover? Anima lover? Any moll over?I used to have molls...they mauled me outof their/my 9 lives. But some femmes remain: daughters,sisters...images. Memories...new girls bornand coming up, to grandfather well.I love them for loving animalslike I wished the women I loved had loved me.i. MyoPiaNicaWell of course we must pay homage,while pondering the fleshly annals of womanhood,to the great Baroness of Monkery. Privilege scorned so ethically with love, sofar beyond the Pale. I will say more about herin my soontobereleased CDs of Monk’s music.I. Chasin’ JasonThe best is last, and now we come to the heart of this abauriginal sonic art. My sister’s son, rock guitar god Not-Dead-Yet Jason Becker (re: the idea of a protective sheath of the CNS, and re: my dedication to Anthony Braxton, my book about whom was dedicated to Jason): like the first track on Angelizing Franya (Franyaphilia), this one spilled out of the depths of my real heart life and soul. Because, all arcane mind/wordplay aside, my fascination here with the physiology of brain and spinal cord is a visceral life-or-death concern, far beyond my little creative self...