Actually it was more like it "jazzed," but that doesn't quite communicate the beauty and excitement of the night. Too bad Phil couldn't make it, and Bob, but the rest of us, along with Pete Szkolka, played what was for me an amazing if relatively low-to-medium key night of keyboard heavy, swirling and driving rhythms, melodies, and harmonies. Fine applause (thanks!) after each jam, all of us surrounded by the most amazing blacklight-enhanced paintings. After everyone left this morning, I went to the basement and played back the whole night's music. More than once.
It's still magic, folks, after all these years.
Meanwhile, back at the farm, it's time to start kickin' it hard, creating the reality that flows from the vision. I (we) have a huge DO list that gets longer everyday. It's mostly little things like, oh, helping artists and loving people in our community to free themselves to follow their bliss; facilitate the formation of a loving cooperative community that spans the globe, each energy contributing to and multiplying the energy of the others; find ways to do all this sustainably, with appropriate technologies, integrating the power of symbols and myths into our daily lives, learning to breath properly. Little things like that.
See ya on the rainbow slide!
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