Something Together

I wonder why music has always appealed. Why from just after time, rhythm and melody have entranced and befuddled; Plato to Zwigli; Aristotle to everyone else. Something about that sharp split of air by the long-sustained violin, or the flute pulsing to breath-beat, veering off towards separation. Something about families wailing, but wailing together, in unison […]

Ancient Joy

To feel your breath in your fingers, as once I read it, is to receive instant feedback, immediate expression of your art; to hold in your hands, tunes older than you. And out the back door with the punters. All those who don’t understand this joy.   This ancient joy.   A little St. Patrick’s […]