Sunday afternoon, in the morning, fussing around the garden, pulling weeds, but not with great passion.
Yesterday, played over for the FLOW Festival, in North Minneapolis.
paid a lot for not playing a lot of music. Perhaps that’s the way to go.
Many dance groups: played my silly little keyboard, interludes, and then with Kim Sueoka. With no rehearsal for over a year, we nailed, absolutely nailed, ” the river inside of trees” and ” Sadness of lilacs” !
Good to hear Louis Alemehyu and Mick LaBriola… of Ancestor Energy. and a Little Thurder Anishinabe dance and drum group. Kim sang gorgeous Freshwater Hawaiian songs. And Christian, drummer from Ghana. and Wisdom dances. Excellent, and interactive!
I havent really spent much time over north. There is some money and care going into the community. It looks a lot like the east side of St.Paul,where I live.
So now, I want to name two groups I play with. no, they are two duets. One with Nathan, one with Aaron. laying on my hammock, I pulled these out: Which one(s) do you like? hate? why?
Old poem barking notes like weeds crab-apple bootstrap
Spirit of dandelion too many poems unidentified pigeon delivery
Barking at Chris unexpected coffee ordinary mystics
Seed savers mind of water wrong number conversation
nature in elevators Slice of time string bean notes
open-ended afternoon wilting extensions illegible message carrier
the mind of… beneath the wheel waiting for mail
notes and goats fear of caves my quiet afternoon empty blue bench
haiku thievery still the dog barks blue vapors fade
lush tonal garden waiting for fountains
delusions of rest lunch box Last kid picked dark mud/patch of snow
baby finds shadows traces of puddles
this broken stem watch the moon barometer of wisdom
images of things afternoon nap arugula waterfall close your eyes
watching the canoe postcards of waterfalls list of dreams
fragrance of lumber I thought I was … scattered with clams
dancing with dirt serendipitous moth mystery drink
the vegtable cure educated guess lush tonal garden
snow slides off cloud hammock overdue fines stop the writing
vines and words quietly, far away.
Out of the mist Warmer than ice living far away