The last 40 years.
Went to Boston in 66 for college and never left. Kicked around for a few years playing music and assorted other things like mental health, job counseling. When I got to 30 i needed a profession so i became a software engineer, got married, had Julia all in short order.
Fast forward 25 years. High tech has been bumpy for me . So i'm in limbo, half in and half out. I was thinking of retiring, but the market crash put a damper on that. I have a son, Jesse, who is 18 and off to college in the fall. Julia is in NYC where she makes artsy cakes. We are still married and live in Wellesley, a snooty suburb. We bought the house when it was a cabin so it has vastly appreciated.
I stated playing music at 19, although i had always wanted to, and am still at it. We vacation in Jamaica when we can afford it and still have one friend on LI we visit pretty regularly.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Do we perceive beauty?
This story "came across my desk" the other day. I couldn't have said it better.
A man stood inside a Metro station in Washington, D.C. and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Many minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule. A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the bucket and without stopping continued to walk.
A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.
The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32 mostly in coins.
When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
The violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most celebrated musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written on a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.
Two days before his playing in the D.C. Metro, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and with tickets averaging $100.
This is a real story. This Joshua Bell, incognito, concert in the D.C. Metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people.
The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?
One of the lessons from this experience is: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the most accomplished musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing? Please give this a thought ... for a minute or two!
A man stood inside a Metro station in Washington, D.C. and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Many minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule. A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the bucket and without stopping continued to walk.
A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.
The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32 mostly in coins.
When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
The violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most celebrated musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written on a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.
Two days before his playing in the D.C. Metro, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and with tickets averaging $100.
This is a real story. This Joshua Bell, incognito, concert in the D.C. Metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people.
The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?
One of the lessons from this experience is: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the most accomplished musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing? Please give this a thought ... for a minute or two!
Saturday, January 10, 2009
it's good to be home
I did a club gig for the first time in many moons last night. (all of my gigging the last few years has been parties) I was reminded of how rude the audiences can be, of squeezing money out of club owners - this is a new one - he is trying to dock the band $100 because we did not use the stage that he had provided (the band was too big) Wow, huh? And then the ride home became scary when this cat spun out right next to me on 95. Was very glad to get home and I went right to bed!
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