1001 Disco Days

To get ready to teach poetry I went out and danced To dance as the sun peaks over the buildings is to feel your body wake up with the sun, a very uplifting moment. The rest of the day is set.

Skipped a few, but flew without you After dancing through the cemetery to Oingo Boingo’s dead man’s party with the girls, we went into PC Richards to “gift shop” (warm up) where we unexpectedly found a magic portal. You never know what you are going to find.  There is pointilism of Seurat lit on a Sony like a light bright reflected in the blue owl’s eyes.

Lowers at Spaeth. I showed up e or ting to play, but there were too many so I danced instead.  I ended up dancing so hard to “running Doem a Dream” that I nearly fell over. 7 dudes going hard. I had to catch my breath.  Set list Alex drum solo sailing away Rocks off Rolling Stones  The shape I’m in.   The band  Alright. Supergrass  Love and only love. Neil young  ThNk you friends big star. - x2! (Thanksgiving extendo) Hazel. Bob dylan It makes no difference    Band Rick Danko  Such a night    Dr John   I love the d St puns of breaking glass nick lowe Running down a dream   great! I dances D til passing out One of these days   Neil young Run for your life  Beatles  Transmission  Jealous guy

Holy moment  “Another” holy moment  An only moment  Occasioned by the sky While sitting with my back against a gravestone me listening to Roberta Flack’s gorgeous cover of Suzanne I fell deep into this sky. Time stopped.  Not to mention the glorious smell coming from Rite Cleaners. The senses were in heaven.

For some reason I have not been keeping tabs here. I don’t know how many dances I have not documented. They count if I don’t document it? I think so yes. But does anybody care? Yes all of the wilderness is watching me. every time I go out I see something amazing, feel something amazing, and think I should write it all down. Should I though? Finally tonight I am. I listened to the history of literature podcast, on the walk to doughboy Park, the amazing episode about the poet Emilia, Shakespeare’s dark lady. Completely inspiring.  Then ran into Mike Mccurty and his seven year old son. even though it’s like 20° out we talked for 15 minutes about all kinds of things including the three planets that are visible in the sky right now, which he pointed out with his app: Saturn and Jupiter and Mars. We also talked about the 7000 habitable planets just in our arm of the Milky Way.  Before leaving Mike I asked him which Music he would recommend to get my ass around the track. Mike is a drummer, a

On a dance around this morning I saw a sign a ways off the path near some woods. I didn’t have my glasses on, but noticed that the writing had a shape to it, which made me curious. I went closer and smiled when I recognized the lyrics by Mr. Rogers. I looked to see what was on the other side of the sign, facing the woods. It was a “private property/ do not trespass” sign. Some like-minded soul had turned the sign around and repurposed it to invite the neighbors instead. Such a brilliant work of interventionist art. Also, the family was at church. But honestly Can’t imagine a church more beautiful or fulfilling than this one, unless maybe it was with a friend, maybe, but maybe I would have missed so much if a friend had been there too. Four flowers were a altar candles. Sermon was the artwork, and the other neighbor’s sign, about acts of kindness being the best way to change the world. At the end of the dance I meditated at the edge of the lake. lately my meditations have all been full

Sometimes I feel like a turtle coming out of a deep deep sleep, my eyes blinking alternatively in the sun, bones unfurling to the beats beats beats. This morning I added singing to the dance, why don’t I do that more often? I was pretending The Singer for the song was a good friend of mine and I had to find some vocal thing to add that would enhance the song For my friend. 

Proust or Bach’s bedtime In the bath Is my modern loose dance Chanelled through Terrasonic All time and space coalescing  Into this one perfect vortex  of heightened perception 

How mar? Howmar sailboard bought Shook out cobwebs to  Also, worth mentioning. We were in a small town yesterday in Kent Connecticut and walked past a tiny bookstore. The “closed” sign was up, and the lights were off, but then there was another handwritten sign that said, “closed to browsing, but If you know what you want, knock and we will help you.” So I knocked, and a man came to the door. He opened the door about half an inch.  I asked him if he had the second volume of Proust, In a Budding Grove. Magically, he did.

It’s like this, you leave all carriers and responsibilities at the door, lock it behind you, then go out and have a most marvelous and even miraculous adventure with sound and vision in the world. So many discoveries, as you let your body move to the music, we made sure into letting ourselves be lead And, in so far as we choose it, we do deleting too, we lead ourselves to the right DJ. To the right landscape, to the right dance floor. Today I found out Daedalus is the inventor of the dance floor! That is a delight to my myth infused soul. So is the Barjon chance by Chebi Sabha that I play from my playlists, the ones I have downloaded on the phone, because I am not getting reception right now because of the hurricane. But here is Krishna downloaded in song on my phone, I sit for a minute and let him in, this manifestation of south links to the universe, sky blue, the sky in you, and then the drums pick me up and I go outs, immediately I see a bush, white Puffballs tightly packed togethe

9.4 Horse forelegs becoming a man I cried to feel alive again Hot beer Eslin had with Dylan (Thomas) Haiku for the day We were so happy What about the hurricane? (Turn around and see a baby crying.) Time changes everything Lightening thunder You are the only warm body with me

Wing cap

Aye matey, I’m eighty

I mean, that was the slightest dance ever, just 4 beats on a sidewalk with Quinn, but as it followed an ultimate one and only night, it was tits. Hanging with Jamie Sweetman and Marco Bottero in Quinn's backyard listening to the poetry and music of these fellows, the perfect emotional conversation, the punctuation of the music. Slip sliding Away we played and Jamie cried because it was one of his Dad's favorites Realizing why unraveled so much of what makes Sweetman Sweetman Katie's ricotta peach pie Dawn's Mojito's 4 way harmonies to sublime songs John Prine doing Stevie Wonder's "I just called"  "Goodnight goodnight goodnight" I love you, but Jesus loves you best and I wish you goodnight goodnight goodnight Exactly where I most wanted to be with the people I most wanted to be with tonight

PSA  as we organize our space we organize our lives Summer eveming ghetto style On summer morning CT rich style  New spiders are good

Went out with brown frown, came back with an argyle smile. Went out with a frown, didn’t notice I had one until I started walking and felt it on my face. But the right song came on and the blood started pumping and all of the sudden I was lift it into the state of bliss. It’s a daily miracle. The big question is how to keep that all day, and then wake up like that? That’s really the question.

The clouds hang down like a poor man’s chandelier

Since I have the summer off and so do the kids, I started dad camp with them this morning. Meditation into music lessons into writing and reading into art into foreign languages into dance. For the last part of music lesson today we played our instruments along to New Philip Glass suite based on myth of Orpheus. We then learned the myth so we could follow the Glass score. The Orpheus myth dovetailed nicely into a Greek mythology lesson, which then segued into choosing a Greek God related to Orpheus and researching the character traits in order to better write about them. It’s cool when lessons flow like that.  The Glass score is a beauty. I recommend a listen. You can skip the first cafe section. Danced to new very Afrocentric BLM Mixmasterpiece Theater. New numbness in my calf, but otherwise Good end to a good day. Translation of Cocteau’s Orphee is next.

But if it if it’s not me then it’s the music  House m Brick house Don’t front you know I’m not the ocean kid It’s like the discipline w/o the discipline (lcd?) For a birthday get yr yayas out:

Lines from Vibrarian “Check It Out” set that resonated in today’s dance. “Need a long line”  “These memories can wait.” “I’m way down now. Give me something new something true.” Great set, crazy ride, from John Fahey to Sex Pistols.  Between this and reading again about Swann’s discovery of the Vintueil Sonata in Proust, it was a stellar day of life.  (Minus getting tested for Covid, which was awful.)

“When we talked about Somalia, we were talking about art music and sound. We must talk about war, but we prefer to talk about war through art and music.” “Dreadlocks what a shock Land of the free But not me.” There are always so many lyrics I want to write down from Joel Davis sets. The above quotes both from newest Mixmasterpiece Theater. Full hour dance, in basement, drenched with sweat. Sign of a good day. 

Back in the basement in Queens, because I left my mask in Connecticut and therefore can’t go outside. So we make do.  Dancing to the new brilliant makes Masterpiece Theatre. The perfect set, the perfect length of time. Marveling how you can go from not wanting to move, to not wanting to stop. Moments of deep ecstatic enjoy coming from Bends in the music coinciding with Bends in the body, rushes of singing nerves. Also a thought, about the way reading, learning to read well, can be applied to any attention. That attention itself as a kind of reading, that sound can be read, music can be read it’s the transition from one thing to another, and the links between them. A complete theory of reading occurs to me. Basement art