It seemed tentative at first. There was a bit of tuning. Then Bill Frisell started something more substantial on guitar. Eyvind Kang added colors with the violin and Rudy Royston accented on drums. Now and then, Bill or Eyvind would crouch down and fiddle with knobs on the electronics boxes on the floor.
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Here's a typically lovely and slightly inscrutable ode from our friend e. e. cummings, to mark the equinox...
If an artist scribbles away in her cold garret and no one is around to hear her songs, does she make a living?
If you spend any time on YouTube, you'll occasionally find a video with the audio disabled due to copyright issues. There is debate about whether the music industry has a right to restrict access in this specific context, but wherever you come down on the issue, this one is a little odd. Check out the red box.
I found these guys resting in the shade in the High Falls Gorge this afternoon. They're not contemplating the change of season today, but a lot of us are.