snapshots from my northwest adventures
I am a patron of the world, I sit and scratch myself behind the ears and tickle my own belly in the grass; to serve myself is to be whole -
no service to the world can come from a woman who harms herself, mistreats herself, misunderstands herself -
I am a patron of the world, one day when it is ready my body will go and touch people and my self will be stretched out peaceful in the shade of a tree.
because all I’ve done for the past 48 hours is play with cats.
Four Piano Blues
Copland’s Four Piano Blues, my god, they’re the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard, and I hadn’t heard them in years and I never thought about them and I never would have remembered them if I hadn’t heard them today, I would never have known they were Copland.
The first three of the four, they are the most new, the most folky, the most comforting pieces. I’ve never heard the fourth. It’s jazzy and dance-y and paired with the first three the whole set feels like living in a city apartment staring at an old country, broad American landscape. I’d never even heard of Copland when I first heard this music. He never played the fourth one when I was a kid, but when I was a kid I heard one and three maybe a few times a week when he sat down to play. Before I could even play the piano, he was there playing Copland’s Four Piano Blues.
And now you’re telling me I should perform them? I don’t know what to do. They are the most beautiful and the most painful things I’ve ever heard in my life!