i've been home a few days now and know that traveling this summer was the right, if untimely, decision. i risk nothing by sending out a few resumes, putting out feelers.
between new mexico and europe, i crashed for a couple of nights at jake's apartment in queens. i knew that i would be without constant access to a computer for nearly 2 months, which was exhilarating....free! unbound! unreachable! myself.
i came across the inimitable nick at quiet jam session in new jersey on a raining june evening and can't (won't) forget it.
returning to france - specifically, to paris - after two years' absence was a poignantly nostalgic experience. nothing, and everything, had changed.
someday i would like to play music with mira benjamin's beautifully reckless abandon, alexandre's expansive curiousity, and nick's incorrigible exploratory thirst. i can only strive.
now playing: ali farka touré, "tchigi fo"
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