SINCE 2001

Welcome to, a website containing things of interest Marty Jourard, and maybe you after you browse a little. Scroll down on this page until you can't scroll no more. Thrill to the arbitrary assortment of subjects dear to my heart; learn more about Sidney M. Jourard, my father and an influential humanistic psychologist. Check out my obsession with French composers of the 19th and 20th Century. Sign up for music lessons on piano, guitar,drums or bass. Check out my brand new music instruction book, The Marty Method. On a nostalgic musical note, read about my music career by clicking on the "Marty's Music History" link to your left, or click on the Motels logo below to learn more about my role in the 80's pop group the Motels...

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About Sidney M. Jourard

Jourard Family History

Marty's Music History

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Short Story "Born Again"

This is my great-grandfather Simeon Djurar, born somewhere in Lithuania long ago. Note similar facial shape in our beards. DNA...

These days I wear hats...playing with Sarah Lee Guthrie
and Johnny Irion, 2006 Bumbershoot Music Festival, Seattle

Marty Jourard

Marty Jourard was born on an August 25th, just like Elvis Costello, Sean Connery, Walt Kelly, Wayne Shorter, Leonard Bernstein, Claudia Schiffer, Gene Simmons, DJ Terminator X, Bret Harte, Tzar Ivan the Terrible (1530), Clara Bow, Regis Philbin, Mia Zapata, Rachael Ray and---tragically----Billy Ray Cyrus. Location: Atlanta, Georgia, at the Emory University Maternity Ward.

Skills: Making omelets, playing musical instruments, collecting menus, vintage cookbooks, dust,and other ephemera.

Somewhere in his childhood Marty learned to play keyboard and saxophone. The early years were torturous for all within hearing range; however, through the rare practice session and a sort of aimless diligence—ever-mindful of the Jourard family credo Parvus passus pro mens parvus ("Tiny steps for tiny minds") —Marty slowly improved until people no longer wept openly when they heard him play. Fewer people anyhow.

After thirteen years in Los Angeles, iin 1989 Jourard moved to Seattle, Washington where he now resides. Just like Florida, it rains a lot.

Marty was in a band called the Motels and---decades before---a band called Road Turkey. Yes, folks: Road Turkey.

Tremendous physical strength is a typical Jourard trait, and Marty's attributes are no exception: he once broke a Vienna roll in half with his bare hands. He was drunk at the time, but could probably do it sober.

While we're on the subject of Marty-----and we certainly are!----in 1997 he wrote a book about bands and music and stuff called Start Your Own Band

Is there anything this promising lad can't do?

Definitely. But why waste time on that? There's so little to do and so much time to do it!

Wait. Scratch that. Reverse. O.K.

There was something very odd about my childhood, as if everything was slightly askew.
This recently-discovered photo reveals the truth: our entire family was tilted
approximately 43 degrees to the right. Since we were all tilted 43 degrees, when we stood together, none of us knew it.
This explains everything. (House of Mystery, St. Augustine, FL circa 1960.
Back Row: Mom, Dad. Front Row: Leonard, Me, Jeff,) .

A Quote From Sidney Jourard

"Never take moderation to excess"
---Sidney M. Jourard (1926-1974)

Click on Sid's name on the column to your left for more about this remarkable man, and listen to a lecture of his from 1971.

Poetry Department

I have decided to write poetry. Poetry is like prose but is more poetic. I was leafing through a Gourmet Magazine a few days ago and realized that advertising copy makes a darn good poem. Here is my first poem. In it I trace my relationship to the post-rational angst of consumer culture, more or less.

Maurice Ravel

Ravel's Bolero comes under Psychiatric Investigation

1 September 1997 - A British study, published in today's Psychiatric Bulletin, suggests that Ravel's Bolero, reputed to be the most often played composition in the repertoire, was the work of a pathological mind. Dr Eva Cybulska, the author of the study, claims that the famous melody repeated 18 times without change during the course of the piece demonstrates that the French composer was possibly succumbing to Alzheimer's disease. The Kent-based psychiatrist claims that perseveration, an obsession with repeating words and gestures, is one of the more notable symptoms of this pathology. In other words, the repetitive nature of the score's principal theme is symptomatic of the degenerative condition which began to trouble the French composer in 1927 at the age of 52. Was it really Alzheimer's disease or the budding tumor which later killed Ravel during brain surgery in 1937? We look forward to Dr Cybulska's diagnosis of the works of minimalist composers Philip Glass, Terry Reilly and Steve Reich.


Absolute twaddle. Ravel knew precisely what he was doing: to write "...(an) experiment in a very special and limited direction, and [it] should not be suspected of aiming at achieving anything different from, or anything more than it actually does achieve. Before the first performance, I issued a warning to the effect that what I had written was a piece lasting seventeen minutes and consisting wholly of orchestral tissue without music--of one long, very gradual crescendo..."

Ravel, a rather bright fellow, realized he had created a catchy melody and understood the appeal of repetition. He didn't expect "Bolero" to become his most popular work. But there you go. To see a 1924 letter Ravel wrote to a friend, advising her of various hotel options near his home, click Ravel Letter

Darius Milhaud was a Cool Composer

Darius Milhaud,one of the most prolific composers of the Twentieth Century, was a friend of Erik Satie; one of the few people Erik stayed on good terms with throughout his life, a true testament to Milhaud's patient and tolerant nature. Milhaud was involved in Satie's "furniture music" event in 1920, the first conceptual use of background music, i.e. Muzak. Milhaud wrote over 400 compositions in his lifetime. "Scaramouche" for two pianos is great, the version by the Lebecque sisters kicks butt. He liked bitonality and Brazil. To view a letter he wrote in 1941 regarding finding a teaching job for a colleague, click Milhaud Letter

 Milhaud detested Wagner's music. When a young man wrote to him about Wagner's theories that all art "springs from suffering, unhappiness, and frustration," Milhaud wrote: "I am glad you decided to write me about your problem [with Wagner's theories]; here is my point of view, if you want it. I had a marvelously happy childhood. My wife is my companion, my collaborator; we are the best of friends, and this gives me great happiness. My son is a painter who works incessantly, and he is sweet and loving to his parents. Thus I can say that I've had a happy life, and if I compose, it's because I am in love with music and I wouldn't know how to do anything else . . . Your Wagner quote proves to me once again that he was an idiot."

Erik Satie: What a Guy!

Erik Satie 1866-1924

O.K., I admit it. My interest in "classical" music is almost exclusively limited to 19th and 20th Century French composers: Erik Satie, Claude Debussy, Francis Poulenc, Darius Milhaud, Emmanuelle Chabrier and Maurice Ravel, to name just six. Satie is of particular interest to me starting back when I was 15 years old and heard an album of his compositions interpreted by orchestra and Moog synthesizer ("The Velvet Gentleman" circa 1970).

   Satie was a remarkably forward-thinking artist, changing aesthetic orientation endlessly, extremely eccentric (the dozen umbrellas, the dozen identical velvet suits, the handkerchiefs, the collars!), he was greatly admired by Ravel and Debussy; a staunch anti-Wagnerian, seemed to be the first to explore Neo- classicism ("Socrate"), Minimalism ("Vexations"), Serial Music ("Entr'acte"), and much more, essentially invented the concept of background music (Muzak) in 1920; was the first to compose a synchronized film soundtrack (1924). Don't get me started on this guy, he seemed to do everything first, and then move on. However, if you click the ES link below you'll see a scan of a letter of his I bought. If you click on the whimsical Erik Satie to your right you'll go to his web page.


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An Erik Satie Expert

While we're obsessing on Satie, the world's leading expert on the music of Erik Satie is this rather cheerful-looking fellow, Professor Robert Orledge, of the University of Liverpool, in faraway England

In addition to writing several excellent books about Erik Satie, Professor Orledge has been an invaluable source of Satie sheet-music first editions (he is an avid collector and sells me his second copies). Professor Orledge apparently plays ragtime with great enthusiasm (see picture).

Orledge's research interests focus also on other French composers of 1860-1950: Gabriel Faure, Claude Debussy, Charles Koechlin and Germaine Tailleferre. His main interest lies in composers' working methods, and his musicological "detective" work often seeks to trace the genesis of compositions from different versions and sketches, placing them in their historical perspective and evaluating them critically. He also has a special interest in theatre music.

His "Satie Remembered" sheds new light on this oddly-compelling musician and artistic spirit who was, I believe, the most imaginative and innovative musician of the Twentieth Century.

Antonio Carlos Jobim—Musical Genius

People often use the term "genius" rather freely when referring to talented people. A genius to me is someone who not only has remarkable and original ideas, but also a seemingly endless supply of remarkable and original ideas, as if they arrive from some mysterious source and are simply routed through the particular person. Musical geniuses include Paul McCartney (despite his vast amount of schlock), John Lennon, Brian Wilson, Charlie Parker, Miles Davis, Ray Charles ("the only genius in the business" said Frank Sinatra). There aren't many of them.

The great Brazilian composer Antonio "Tom" Carlos Jobim (1927-1994) was inarguably a musical genius, the great popularizer of "Bossa Nova" ("new thing" in Portugese) and the composer of such popular tunes as "Girl From Ipanema," "One Note Samba," "Wave," "Corcovado (Quiet Nights of Quiet Stars)," "Desafinado (Slightly Out of Tune)," "Dindi," "Insensatez (How Insensitive)," "Agua de Beber (Water to Drink)," and hundreds more. His ability to write a great melody, the complexity and beauty of his chord progressions, the remarkably complex rhythms inherent in the tunes are endless proof of his genius. Jobim created a large body of sophisticated beautiful songs that always seem to have a touch of melancholy under the gorgeous surface. The more you play his tunes (I play them on piano) the more you admire him. Jeez, they named the Rio de Janeiro airport after the guy! Imagine flying into George Gershwin Airport when you land in NYC and you'll get the idea. Jobim's music is, to me, like jazz with hipper and more varied rhythms and vast amounts of soul. To check out more about Jobim, go to Jobim Website.

Earl Bostic

Earl Bostic. As a fan of sax playing, and a saxophonist myself, I have listened to many sax players. The rather innocuous-looking fellow with the loud tie above was a master of the alto saxophone. In the 1950s and 1960s Earl was the "King of the Jukebox," his biggest hit being "Flamingo." Earl made many albums and EPs, arranging and playing instrumental versions of the popular hits of the day. He made his alto sound like a tenor. He never ran out of ideas and once actually "cut" Charlie "Bird" Parker at a jam session. Bostic also recorded a track named "Up There In Orbit" that settles once and for all the perennial question, "Who can play the highest notes on a saxophone?" The answer is...Earl Bostic. His tone is unmistakeable. Check him out here

Joe Zawinul

Talent is talent. Joe Zawinul (1932--2007) was a brilliant and extremely soulful musician who began his career in the United States as Cannonball Adderley's keyboard player. During this period he wrote the jazz standard "Mercy, Mercy, Mercy," a song so funky that Herbie Hancock later mused that Zawinul must have been black in a previous lifetime. This song was covered by the pop group The Buckinghams in the '60s and it was a big hit. In 1970 Zawinul formed the pioneering jazz fusion band Weather Report with saxophonist Wayne Shorter, and proceeded to win every jazz award and pack concert halls around the world. His song "Birdland" was a big hit and Manhattan Transfer recorded a pop version of the tune. After Weather Report broke up he formed the Joe Zawinul Syndicate and made more great music. I heard him play at Jazz Alley in Seattle and he was phenomenal...the best sounding synthesizer playing I've ever heard. And the joke is, the guy looked like a car mechanic on a regular "Joe." This Hungarian musical genius was warm and cool, prolific, tuned into "World Beat"music before it was considered a genre. Check out his "Brown Street" CD, extremely exciting big band arrangements of classic Weather Report tunes, and a definitive version of his composition "In a Silent Way.". Hungary put Zawinul on a postage stamp. Joe Zawinul. Yeah.

The Five Greatest Live Albums of All Time!

Yep. Here, in no particular order, are the greatest examples of fabulous musical talent ever recorded in the history of the world. In case you were wondering.

The Allman Brothers Live at the Fillmore East

This was recorded in 1970 when everyone in the band was still alive--most notably, Duane Allman, and Berry Oakley, on slide guitar and bass respectively. These guys could play. I saw them back in August 1970 before their first album came out, at a local "Battle of the Bands" in Gainesville, Florida. They were simply incredible, the best live act I'd ever heard. When Greg Allman began singing "Cross to Bear," everyone looked around for the huge black dude who was obviously singing. Instead, the massively soulful vocal was coming from this skinny blonde kid on the organ, who looked like a surfer. This album has many highlights, but "Stormy Monday" is my fave. Check it out.

Frank Sinatra Live at the Sands

There is a reason Frank Sinatra was considered one of the greatest pop singers of all time. This album proves it. He does a great standup shtick at one point, going on about what a drunk Dean Martin is, among other things. Then he sings. His backup band is the Count Basie Orchestra, and the arrangements are by a young Quincy Jones. You might say this 1966 Vegas show was an embarrasment of riches. My fave track is "Where or When."

Nat King Cole at the Sands

Jeez, there was something about the Sands in Las Vegas that made great live recordings. This set is from when Nat King Cole was headlining Vegas in 1960. All the other acts wanted to see and hear him play but were working the same time Nat was, so he did this special show for his fellow entertainers that started at about 2 in the morning. He is a great singer, but the kicker is an instrumental he does...."Where or When," the same cool tune Sinatra sings above. Nat King Cole was a terrifyingly gifted piano player. You have to hear his sound, his riffs, his overall touch on the piano on this track. He even does a novelty number called "Mr. Cole Won't Rock and Roll," and even his making fun of rock and roll...well, it rocks.

The Who Live at Leeds

The Who were a heck of a live act, especially when they were all alive, most notably Keith Moon. This three piece band plus a vocalist puts out more music than any rock act at the time. This 1970 live album is essential listening for any lover of rock music.

The Four Freshmen In Person

Who? The Four Freshmen. They were the most astounding vocal group of all time, in my opinion. Brian Wilson admittedly stole their vocal sound and taught it to the rest of the Beach Boys. When you hear this record you'll understand why. Their jazz harmonies, four-part arrangements based on Stan Kenton's trombone section (I'm not kidding!), were so advanced that no one has even come close to their sound. These four guys also played their own instruments as they sang...bass, drums, guitar, and doubles on trumpet, trombone, mellophone. I can honestly say that these four guys put out more singing and playing live, than any act you can imagine. This was recorded in 1958 at Compton Junior College in California. I bought an LP of this for 99 cents at a Goodwill Store as a joke, and I couldn't believe how amazing these guys sing. It's available as a two-fer on CD with a fairly tame other album. Yep, this really is one of the five greatest live albums of all time. They do versions of "Indian Summer" and "It's a Blue World" that are about as good as vocal arranging can be. Hey now.

My Musical Life

By clicking on the photo of the rock band below, you will view a rather detailed narrative regarding my musical experiences, hopelessly interwoven with my personal life. The narrative, roughly chronological, covers the period from when I was about five years old (and first conscious of "music"), to the present day. Don't look for some grand scheme, but rather the random path of a person who loves music....

To go to a specific period in the memoir, click on any of the three links below the photo.

Part One:The Early Years
Part Two:From Florida to California
Part Three:Motels....and beyond!
Part Four:More Motels....and beyond!

Fun Couple Of the Year

Meridian and August Haywood

Pickles the Chihuahua

For my fifth birthday I was given a tiny chihuahua puppy. I named him Pickles---and gee, but I loved him so! He started out as a charming little guy but as years passed, something terrible happened. Pickles began scowling a lot (you don't want to see a chihuahua scowl), and he wouldn't fetch. Yes, Pickles became a Dark Chihuahua. We tried an exorcism but he bit the priest. This is the last photo I took of him before he bit me too. My parents dropped him off at the pound and then took me out for ice cream. I later learned from the pound that after traumatizing an Irish Wolfhound and cornering a good-natured Great Dane, Pickles was adopted by a wealthy Nebraska rancher. Pickles is now on a 1135-acre ranch on the Niobrara River helping to round up stray mustangs; intimidating grizzly bears, repelling wolves and standing his ground between coyotes and lambs. I'm glad Pickles has found an outlet for his Canine Explosive Anger Disorder (CEAD).

Actual Grocery Store Receipt

In June 2002 I visited Florida and bought some groceries during the ten days I was there, in order to eat. On June 29th, Criston was my cashier that day. Many people write me and say,"Marty, what the heck did you eat while in Florida?" I can't for the life of me understand why anyone would care. But the people have a right to know. Rather than respond individually to each of these requests, I have posted this grocery store receipt on the "World Wide Web" to allow these people to speed the healing process, and "get a life."

And there are some who still question the usefulness of the World Wide Web!

My total savings were $2.33

Where Do You Go for the News?

Thanks to the miracle of the Digital Age, we Americans are highly informed on "the issues." I mean hey, look at all those cable channels with their well-balanced media coverage of world events (especially Fox News). Well, similar to the music business, when all the small record labels were gobbled up by the Acronym Giants (MCA, AOL, EMI, BMG), the media in the U.S. has merged into a select set of massive corporations that control what we hear, see, and even--dare I suggest it--believe? According to a recent article in the Seattle Times:

"...six huge corporations now control the major U.S. media: Rupert Murdoch's News Corporation (FOX, HarperCollins, New York Post, Weekly Standard, TV Guide, DirecTV and 35 TV stations), General Electric (NBC, CNBC, MSNBC, Telemundo, Bravo, Universal Pictures and 28 TV stations), Time Warner (AOL, CNN, Warner Bros, Time and its 130-plus magazines), Disney (ABC, Disney Channel, ESPN, 10 TV and 72 radio stations), Viacom (CBS, MTV, Nickelodeon, Paramount Pictures, Simon & Schuster and 183 U.S. radio stations), and Bertelsmann (Random House and its more than 120 imprints worldwide, and Grune + Jahr and its more than 110 magazines in 10 countries)."

So do yourself a favor. Go to some other places for your news. Terrifying, but step outside the media bubble. Check out, oh...I don't know, how about Reuters News, the Moscow Post, or the Times of London or the British Broadcast Corporation (BBC), the always-entertaining Nebraska Farm Bureau, the shamelessly liberal Air America, or, what the heck, even the relatively unbiased Middle East Times. Hey, whoop it up. "Congress shall make no law...abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press." Gotta love that First Amendment. God Bless, wait... God Bless the Whole World.

Home Recording

Recording used to be a real big deal. You had to go to a place called a "recording studio" and pay lots of money per hour. It didn't feel natural in a studio, there was a lot of pressure to get it right the first time, and parking was a drag. Well, times have changed. With this new new-fangled "digital" gear you can record fast and cheap. I have a home recording studio, including a hard-disk recording unit that is about ten years old and truly NOT "cutting edge." But it doesn't matter. The other day (May 23rd 2008) I dug out an old Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass LP called "Whipped Cream and Other Delights." Aside from the awesome cover, the songs were great. One song, "Tangerine," caught my attention, so I decided to cut my own version. I did this in a day, playing all the instruments and mixing it. I've put the track on the website to see if I could figure out how. If you can hear the song, I figured out how.

Tangerine MP3

Belgian Fiscal Policy

(To relieve insomnia, I often ponder Belgian Fiscal Policy, mostly that of the early 70s to the mid-80s. I drop off to sleep almost immediately)

I'd like to know more about Belgian Fiscal Policy

My Autograph Collection

French composers. Stars of stage and screen. Rockers. Cartoonists. The Godfather of Soul. My personal collection, just a click away.


Existential Phenomenology Corner

Jean Paul Sartre (1905--1980) was a French philosopher and he thought a lot. He had his standards but was no fool. In 1964 he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, but he declined it stating that "It is not the same thing if I sign Jean-Paul Sartre or if I sign Jean-Paul Sartre, Nobel Prize winner. A writer must refuse to allow himself to be transformed into an institution, even if it takes place in the most honorable form." However, he later wrote to the Swedish Academy asking for the monetary prize to be sent on to him in confidence; a request that was refused.

He thought about consciousness a lot. In an introduction to Jean-Paul's fascinating essay "Imagination and Emotion," Stephen Priest of the University of Edinburgh says:

Nevertheless, consciousness is a consciousness of consciousnees, a consciousness of itself 'in the face of being'. The implicit consciousness of itself called 'pre-reflexive consciousness' and the overt self-consciousness called 'reflexive consciousness' are possible only because consciousness is directed towards objects outside itself. Although I am a consciousness of being, nothing separates me from being.

Sartre is a realist about the objects of consciousness. Idealism, the doctrine that only consciouness and its mental contents exist, is incoherent. Husserl thought that consciousness constitutes its objects; it makes them be what they are. It was his quasi-Kantian view that, although Berkeleyan idealism is false because objects do not depend on consciousness for their existence, nevertheless what objects are to us is largely due to our transcendental constitution.

That's pretty much how I see it too..

Raymond Carver

Long after Donald Barthelme wrote perhaps the ultimate deconstructionist short story, "Who Was On the Ed Sullivan Show the Night I Wrote This Story?" pundits bandied about possible futures for this experimental literary form,excluding John Gardner, who firmly believed in creating a moral fiction and in telling a story, for crying out loud!; while somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, the writer Raymond Carver was quietly pointing the way through his short stories toward a shocking minimalism, at one point writing a story containing just two words: "Time passed."

Do tell.

Buddy Holly

This is Buddy Holly, shown in photos taken by fans during his 1959 Winter Tour that ended in his death at the age of 22 in a plane crash with Ritchie Valens and J.P. Richardson, aka "The Big Bopper." Buddy was the single most influential figure in early rock 'n' roll. I have an original Coral 45 record of his last song "It Doesn't Matter Any More," which was, ironically enough, his last single. When the Motels played in Lubbock, Texas we met his widow, Maria Elena. She was cool.

More about Buddy Holly

Jim Harrison

Sure, everyone wants you to read their favorite author. Well, so do I. This gifted writer, who looks like a retired RV salesman, is both talented and prolific. "Warlock" is good,"Dalva" is good, and his book of three novellas, entitled "The Beast God Forgot to Invent," contains a wonderful tale called "I Forgot to Go to Spain." "Returning to Earth" is a darn good book too. "The English Major" isn't bad either. "Braided Creek," his poetry exchange with Ted Kooser, gives me faith in modern poetry.With a name like Jim Harrison, you know he was destined for greatness. Actually, reading Harrison—I’ve read everything he’s written–is a strange combination of stimulating and soothing. Stimulating, because he seems to have received a double helping of brains. He really can successfully discuss sex, magic realism fiction, hunting grouse, drinking expensive wine, Chinese poetry, and his love of dogs in one paragraph and it doesn’t seem strange at all. And soothing, because his healthy cynicism toward most things modern is reassuring. He understands that the pace of the natural world is slow…and that so much of American culture worships speed and overconsumption at all costs. His connection to the natural world is deep and he recoils from the increasingly hurried pace of the modern world. His sense of humor is unique. Harrison is very alive… I don't read his books so much as savor them.

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Raymond Chandler

Raymond Chandler is another great writer, author of "Farewell My Lovely," "The Big Sleep" and not enough more. Chandler had a sense of humor and his best book is probably "The Long Goodbye," with his famous description of blondes. Although the plot is hard to follow, his style is irresistible. Raymond Chandler

Thanks for making it this far. You're brave.

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