(Monday, December 15, 2008)
- Not so much snow this year.
Some might blame climate change; I’ll be optimistic and attribute it to geography. Rather than weather over time, this winter season I would like to focus on the change of people over time.
Let’s start small.
It is ten minutes after eleven in a small club nestled in the heart of a city’s art scene. A busy-haired pianist’s nimble fingers dance beautifully confused steps over and around horizontal musical stairs. Bassist and drummer groove with effortless synchronicity, dressing and lighting the dancing fingers.
The room is alive.
Two hours later, time plays on… No one is conscious of the change. No one is thinking about it.
As moments past, the band, tightly knit, wore the room like an old, loose sweater. Mingling minds strew words about, charismatically grasping at connections as they jump outlets.
As moments pass, the sweater performs a miraculous reversal. The day’s wear washed away beneath a tide of sonic energy, the warm lights flood the space the tide has left in its wake. The sweater fits the room ever tighter. People cozy up. Sparks fly.
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