Tonight I saw a glimpse of what’s possible—being an open channel for direct expression by the source of life. Music flowing, but also erupting, struggling, squealing torrentially through every open crack & fissure of a saxophone. A trumpet so profound & true, honest. Playfulness & joy. Musicians communicating through gestures & eye contact but creating, channeling, simultaneously, such exquisite love & truth that could only have been the unified, uncensored voice of something else.
I recognized what I witnessed, too. I have felt this channel in myself at times, & seeing it again, I think I know how to open it fully. It’s not hard, it’s right there. It’s not some difficult path to tread, it’s simply a willingness to be led, swept away along a swift uncontrollable current. We’ll see in the morning—when I can actually make some noise—what bursts.
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Experiencing good music played by warm, loving people to me is like the ultimate sexual experience with someone you love. That’s what I’ve always felt for Ara, Colin, Eric, and the bands they put together.
No matter how bad I feel (and I’ve had many reasons to feel bad about things going on in my life and in the world), the music of the people who make up Boostamonte, Transmission Trio, and People’s Bizarre help keep me buoyant and able to face the world a few more times.
Posted by: David Kaye | May 31, 2003 12:51 PM
I wish I had been there. As you know, I’ve been having a lot of thoughts about the sublime lately ;)
Posted by: Abby | May 31, 2003 03:22 PM