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The Sweet Ouch

Home to find the Shire bathed in sunlight and still buried in snow.  Three days home and yet another winter storm howls and screams at my north windows.  It’s mid-march.  I don’t feel in any way inclined to take pictures of this weather.

But oh my studio is warm warm.  Full of echoes left from hours of cello practise:  Faure, Brahms, Bach, Schubert, Dvorak. Endlessly gratifying workout-studies.

Every muscle hurts.  Including my heart.

singing, now....

singing, now….

Paintings all leapt ahead and comparing their new selves – mirrored across the walls, watch me move, see how I am, now.

More more more.

Wires like the promise of further connection:  1/4 inch to loop pedal to Soundboard to speakers.  xlr from MK40 to board to speakers.  These wait on new arrangements written in the car, on the road, in waking moments – and time…  after the meetings, the rehearsals, the photoshoots, the graphic design, the lessons, classes, visits….

Tonight.  Tomorrow, and then the tomorrow after.

my friend's house

my friend’s house

I’m bigger somehow, since I’ve been away.  So is the world.

Didn’t think I could love more than I did when I left.  Turns out I can.

To achieve great things, two things are needed;  a plan, and not quite enough time.

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Swimming in Music

Rehearsing and conversing with the highly engaged and engaging pianist Marc Pierre Toth and composer Richard Mascall last night, the day after dinner with pianist, singer-songwriter, electronic artist and visual artist and dear dear friend Kati Gleiser – and snowshoeing with her today.  Talk  – of Shanghai, Japan, Hannover, my neice Anna in Germany, The Toronto Maple Leafs, music music, school, beer, beef, Kung Fu, Shaolin & Soccer, Poetry, Redwood trees screaming, Ted Burtynsky, the Job of art-making and presenting, Eco villages and how long it takes to make zuccini loaf while staying in one, Toronto Cafes & dances, technology as a tool, not a device to facilitate avoidance….

I feel just like this looks.

I feel just like this looks.

Through all of this plays Beethoven 5th Piano concerto, Mendelsohn violin concerto, Tchzaikovsky, Dvorak – which the Youth Orchestra presents to the folk of Owen Sound at the Roxy Theatre Wednesday evening, and the divine music of Sarah Slean, who I get to rehearse and play with on Thursday. Now there’s a lady chock full of joy and purpose – I am so looking forward to this.

This week is a collaboration to wake up the world.

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Summerfolk Monday

The sense of openness continues long after Irene has gone to bed and been piped out of the park.  It’s as though the parade brought them home here through our house – Sarah Slean, Royal Wood, Oscar Lopez, the Lemon Bucket Orchestra, The Rwandan guys, The Powerful Women from New Zealand, The MacKenzie Blues Band (our dear friends), Matt Anderson, Nathan Rogers,  Karen Savoca, and so many others glimpsed, heard from afar or almost missed – along with all of the dear friends we were able to connect with.

The air is pregnant with resonance.  Into the air and the house I play Sarah Slean’s Land & Sea, which has me in tears from the first track.  Good tears – she is so playful, so powerful, honest and so Good at what she’s doing that laughter and tears just flow. This cd has such great depth and complexity and beauty that I choose it as one of my filters – one lens from which to view the world, in order to make the world better.   That doesn’t happen often at all.

A couple of tracks on YouTube are here, and here.  Enjoy.  Better yet, buy the cd – you’ll love it, I promise.

From Sarah I let my computer play on – five cello concertos (Barber, Schuman, Dvorak, Saint Saens, Shostakovitch) and the Casals Bach Suites took me upstairs and into a book on a couch in the sunlight, into the garden for fresh tomatoes, basil & chard, the kitchen for a sandwich, the clothesline for laundry, and the back deck to feed the cats.  Conversations, about Nathan’s incredible voice; about Oscar’s generosity of spirit;  about the marvelous revolution the Lemon Bucket Orchestra is building just by playing their impossible BIG whenever and wherever they can (they might possibly save us all, along with Sara and Oscar & the other incredibles we witnessed); about Matt Anderson’s huge HUGE skill as a performer being equal to his quiet humility, about getting deep into the dancers whenever possible…

Now the sun has set, the bugs are shut out, we’re inside in the peaceful resonant air, feeling very rich indeed.

Happy Monday everyone.