Celebrating a Year

October 10, 2017

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Birthday presents in handmade wrapping paper begin to arrive. I open the cards and put the gifts aside until the actual day.

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October 15, 2017 at 5:31 pm

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October 9, 2017

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Rainy, windy, yet warm, we still venture downtown to see the funk-meets-marching-band phenomenon known as PRONK. Crazy fun to listen to brass music based on heavy beats. At one point a band puts Eric Satie over intense drumming for a surprisingly successful fusion. Love that there are so many ideas out there in the musical universe.

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October 15, 2017 at 5:28 pm

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October 8, 2017

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But inevitably the seasons turn.

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October 15, 2017 at 5:24 pm

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October 7, 2017

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It’s the day of my neighborhood’s annual end-of-summer party, and the weather is in agreement with the theme, more summer than seasonal. Luckily that’s the case, because I have instigated a neighborhood jam, and P & I are joined in our outdoor music-making by percussion, fiddle, and vocals for a couple of hours. Serendipitous and delightful!

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October 15, 2017 at 5:22 pm

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October 6, 2017

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Evergreen ivy keeps winter at bay. I work on the live video recording my solo. Not there yet, but close enough to be optimistic.

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October 15, 2017 at 5:17 pm

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October 5, 2017

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Back to working on the solo I put on the shelf last month. I have a sudden flash of inspiration, playing a completely different sort of music, on how to keep the melody flowing while adding chords for harmonic context. An exciting breakthrough!

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October 15, 2017 at 5:15 pm

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week 469 ~ perhaps I have been misreading the signs

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perhaps I have been misreading the signs
moving too hastily to conclusions
based on circumstances facts anyone’s
guess this mess of misdirection combines
paranoia and anger in a froth
of unknown duration much like whipped cream
that only lasts so long or a bad dream
or a candle that beckons a drunk moth
I flutter helplessly hooked soon to be
burned ripped hopes ride the rage out of my mouth
and I so long to hop a nightmare south
away from this truth or controversy
don’t think don’t talk but remember to breathe
you’ll ride out love’s storm like any disease

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October 15, 2017 at 5:11 pm