marching to different drummer

It was so wonderful to see Nancy the other day. She hasn't aged one iota! Who knew she was a Boston gal? I'll never forget the weekend that she invited us to her place in the Hudson Valley. That visit restored me (even though Chicky's pork gave me the grunting roils). I needed a retreat then badly. I had an aha moment watching Nancy revel in those very modest country accommodations. Happiness isn't about keeping up with the Joneses. If Nancy could be unashamedly happy in a trailer maybe I could be happy in an unexpected way too. Maybe I could write my own script? Maybe I could think about marching to a different drummer; though it would be years before I actually did anything. Thanks to Mistah for the great picture.

new frontiers

Last night I experienced a new art form -- Sonata for Violin and Turntables performed by Daniel Bernard Roumain and DJ Scientific at the Institute for Contemporary Art (fast becoming my all-time favorite museum; trumping even the Cooper-Hewitt!).

As an aside: Daniel aka DBR reminded me so much of Miles -- the way he spoke and moved his body. It was freaky. I wonder if music might be a way to channel his restless spirit.

To the point: Am amazed that there are still so many new frontiers, forms of expression and unexpected intersections. DBR rocked it out on a souped up violin (at times plucking it like a guitar, channeling Jimi Hendrix, then giving us classical then hip-hop) while DJ Scientific spit beats on his laptop, turntable and synthesizer. Very cool! Experience them for yourselves: http://www.dbrmusic.com/eve/fayetteville.mp3

For more see: http://www.dbrmusic.com/ and http://www.elanvytal.com/