September 11, 2012
The tragedies of this day weigh heavily every year, even as we move into the 2nd decade after. And the surreality of the events builds, impossible to fathom what was hard to comprehend even at the time. It’s a hectic day at school as things set unravel at the edges, though classes go well. As if, I explain to a friend in the evening, a grand piano suddenly falls from the sky a foot in front of me, repeatedly without warning throughout the day, startling but doing no real harm. In the evening though, a reward, another shot of Brazilian music as I go with a friend to hear the incomparable Hamilton give a solo concert on 10-string bandolim. Much of the audience was playing choro at my house on Sunday– lovely to see them again so soon. The community of musicians here in New England who play and love Brazilian music share a bond, and the smiles on their faces once again testifies to that.