This virtual collaboration thing is pretty exhilarating.  I sent ‘the album’  in it’s rawest of rawness… (wav files mixed by ME) to Mike extraordinaire who will be taking on the technical and creative facilitation here onwards.  It has been warmly received, and it seems like we are all happy to be making this album!!  Very exciting  It inspires me.

Currently gallivanting on the coast of Australia on a beautiful boat.  Yes, I am pinching myself.  Life is good.

On the topic of nautical and musical lives combined…  I am reading Blowing my own Trumpet by James Morrison (one of Australia’s best known jazz musicians).  The following is a great little excerpt.

Have you ever sat in the morning and watched the sun streaming through a window in an otherwise dark room?  You can see the dust floating in the air – in the intense light it sparkles like a million tiny jewels dancing around each other.  I would try again and again to catch these gems in my hand, sometimes going for the quick swipe (to catch them unawares), sometimes moving glacially so that they wouldn’t be frightened away.  I even tried moving my hand through the light while looking the other way, just in case it was my watching that caused them to skitter off.  No matter what I did, when I opened my clenched fist there was nothing there.  I cried over this inability to catch and hold somthing so beautiful, so elusive.

It was only many years later that I understood what this was all about.  Of course I had ‘caught’ the dust every time I moved my hand, it was just that I couldn’t see it.  I had thought it would still sparkle when viewed on the palm.  In my teens, when frustrated over certain aspects of music, I remembered the dust and finally realized that whatever I wanted I already had, I just had to see it.

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