The Earth Speaks
Tomorrow morning I fly into the dawn and land in the realm of the vertical: New Yawk City. My big bad boy friend is already there, sniffing around for percussion equipment and wheat-free carbohydrates. Last face time was April 2 in Kahului Airport. This is cool--four days in Manhattan, during which he plays at a major jazz festival and I do a booksigning, plus we go out together to hear Ornette Coleman play in Battery Park.
Sorting out my stuff. Only black clothes. In the City, everyone is a stage hand. What is the minimum I can bring to a performance? One guitar, hope they have a decent sound system and displays for my art. House gifts for Tama. Sample sizes of toiletries. A project for the plane ride. I'm also bringing my own lunch.
Joe's band, The Rainforest Initiative, includes four master saxophonists--two from London, two from Miami, a great bassist--from Brazil, via London, Joe on drums, rainforest percussion and sampled rainforest sounds, and not one, but three Hawaiian women who channel (not memorize) sacred chants and play ancient instruments. They come bearing tapa cloth, coconut incense, live tropical botanicals. Here is Lei'ohu Ryder:
"Earth speaks through me. The voices of the