it's been a while since i've thought of columbia as "home." 10 years, to be precise. bringing my art back seems fitting at this point in my path, as it were. before i left new york for christmas last winter, i had this flurry of thought: what if i were to go back? what would it mean for me, for the community? would i create some sort of blip, inspire a student to take action? make someone listen differently? as artists we are constantly reinvigorated by what surrounds us, and my 3 or so years in new york have instilled a sort of annoying fervor. if i put my mind to it, it will come.
and so, i begin my descent. the scores aren't in yet; drake flies in this weekend, perhaps we can talk more about the flow of the performance (i always seek flow); i sent anne a recording of me reading a verlaine poem; mike's rig is daunting; and jonah is, well, i can only assume manipulating the sounds of the alto flute and my speaking voice into electroacoustic oblivion.
will they be ready?
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