A Reminder, a Current Theme, an Alt Tango etc: Courtney Barnett’s Debut Album Review of Sorts

Most of the music I am exposed to these days is whatever I hear at the milongas (tango), the Classical Revolution (classical), and whatever I already have.  I often choose podcasts over music as the commute/ chores/ solo walks background.  Occasionally, there is a new music review bit on the Fresh Air.  Most of it I don’t find appealing enough to go back to.

The piece on Courtney Barnett‘s debut album “Sometimes I Sit and Think and Sometimes I Just Sit” was a refreshing exception, because of the uncompromising authentic voice and poetry. Continue reading “A Reminder, a Current Theme, an Alt Tango etc: Courtney Barnett’s Debut Album Review of Sorts”

West, Westward Wind Travelers

Paul’s old friend Randin was passing through the area on a didgeridoo tour.  Paul organized house concerts for him in San Francisco and Oakland.

San Francisco concert, at the communal house where Paul lives, was magnificent. Continue reading “West, Westward Wind Travelers”

Kinds of Music

Monday evening last week was good for Classical Revolution after yoga.  I texted Tom from the train about that, but he went MIA.  So, I met Charlie at the Revolution.

About a year ago, Charlie tried to meet me there, but as soon as we exchanged a sentence each, Tom showed up and kissed me hello, Charlie vanished. Continue reading “Kinds of Music”

A Meaning of Curiosity

A few years ago, a teacher encouraged the class I was in to be curious.  You know how sometimes you hear something that sounds profound, but you don’t really know what it means.

Possibly, because there are multiple meanings, as if it were a master key to many doors, some of them still hidden. Continue reading “A Meaning of Curiosity”