It is all a subtle, delicate thing. Living. We had a fabulous rehearsal with a couple members of our band yesterday. Just two voices, a guitar, a violin and a percussionist equipped with conga, doumbek, and cajon. So thrilling and validating. We live for that kind of session, that kind of collaboration and communication.
Exquisite and life-affirming.
The news of the day sort of flies by. I latch onto nothing. Let it fly. Happy. Healthy. Wondering what's next. Lately on the CD player lots of Alice Coltrane & The Flying Burrito Brothers. I love that dichotomy. Hard to categorize. You know, not exactly JAZZ, not exactly COUNTRY. As Gram Parsons so eloquently dubbed it "Cosmic American Music."
Yes. Indeed. Cosmic.