Category Archives: music

listen for yourself; you’ll shudder in agreement

Haiku for today.

The day starts badly
When Dylan sings Sinatra.
I go back to bed.

Hear it here:  http://www.npr.org/player/v2/mediaPlayer.html?action=1&t=1&islist=false&id=383282309&m=383455001

music soothes beasts

2 January 2015 (off-line for a few days)

Haiku for today:

That music soothes beasts
Has never been disputed.
The Black Cat heals woes.

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It’s Friday night at the Black Cat School of Rock, blessedly just down the hill from our house. A group of mostly regular characters shows up for open-mic night in this one-room school. The playlist is mainly rock, but also some blues, bluegrass, and grocer Tim Newton’s beautiful, sad ballad “Timber and Coal,” lamenting the enduring loss that quick fortunes brought to a West Virginia town.

Someone (the owner?) has baked cookies and served potato chips on a platter on the piano, in proximity to the big tip jar, which is also passed around the room.

(William always marvels at how the performers fearlessly “put it all out there,” saying he could never do that. Maybe one day he will.)

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the trouble with labels

the trouble with labels

Her name is Christian, but she may not be what the sorter had in mind.

Photo by me (blurry, sorry) at the Rag Shop thrift store in Berkeley Springs, West Virginia, 12 April 2014.

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Peek-a-boo, I hear you

Peek-a-boo, I hear you
This guy is presumably blind. But how did he know to frame himself up like that? And when I pulled out the camera, why did he stop to tune up?

I’ve given him money in the past.

please remain silent

Scene:  Chamber orchestra concert last night, again in a public space as glorious as the music, Biblioteca Henestrosa, Oaxaca.  Click on Edvard Grieg above to get a sense.

How, oh how, do you tell audience members to sit on their hands until the piece is over?  That would suppress the infernal texting too, though would not stop the free-range one-year-old from circling the venue.

Conductor Socrates Juarez: May I come watch you brush your teeth, slice an onion, or handwrite a note, with those beautiful hands?