Eventually I'll post about Field School and what I've been up to since then . . .
The other night I had a dream. I was in a science museum in Detroit, waiting with my brother and sister to meet up with the people who would take these rides on these carts that would go really fast, and also defy gravity. I wasn't exactly looking forward to it, since I am not a fan of heights, going really fast, and having to hang on to someone for dear life, since these things didn't have rails or seats or anything.
So after waiting, and after my brother and sister had already left, I am greeted by Stéphane Grappelli, who was assigned to take me on these rides. I'm excited, since it's Stéphane Grappelli, who is the most awesome jazz violinist who has ever lived, and he worked closely with Django Reinhardt, who is the most awesome guitarist period who has ever lived, and together they formed the Hot Club Quintet of Paris and made music that's basically what heaven sounds like. We chat, he's very friendly and an incredibly nice guy, we talk about dinosaurs and Detroit and Django for a bit before we head off. We go past the club in Detroit where I once saw Gogol Bordello (which I mention to him, since they got an awesome fiddler) and also where I once gave a buck to a homeless dude who recited poetry to me and hit the road.
We ran through this race track all over the place, at incredible speeds and even upside down, and I didn't even have anywhere to sit, I had to hold on to Stéphane. I knew that otherwise I would be terrified, but I trusted him, so it was okay. I had fun.
After we came back, I thanked him, and he said that it was a pleasure to meet me, and that I should keep practicing violin. Then I woke up.
I don't play violin. Never have. I want to someday, since most of my favorite music abuses that instrument. But now that I've got my subconscious and probably the spirit of one of my favorite dead violinists or something telling me to go for it, I might have to put that on a higher priority.
So after waiting, and after my brother and sister had already left, I am greeted by Stéphane Grappelli, who was assigned to take me on these rides. I'm excited, since it's Stéphane Grappelli, who is the most awesome jazz violinist who has ever lived, and he worked closely with Django Reinhardt, who is the most awesome guitarist period who has ever lived, and together they formed the Hot Club Quintet of Paris and made music that's basically what heaven sounds like. We chat, he's very friendly and an incredibly nice guy, we talk about dinosaurs and Detroit and Django for a bit before we head off. We go past the club in Detroit where I once saw Gogol Bordello (which I mention to him, since they got an awesome fiddler) and also where I once gave a buck to a homeless dude who recited poetry to me and hit the road.
We ran through this race track all over the place, at incredible speeds and even upside down, and I didn't even have anywhere to sit, I had to hold on to Stéphane. I knew that otherwise I would be terrified, but I trusted him, so it was okay. I had fun.
After we came back, I thanked him, and he said that it was a pleasure to meet me, and that I should keep practicing violin. Then I woke up.
I don't play violin. Never have. I want to someday, since most of my favorite music abuses that instrument. But now that I've got my subconscious and probably the spirit of one of my favorite dead violinists or something telling me to go for it, I might have to put that on a higher priority.