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a few crayons, graphic scores and a concert of unlit cigarettes

I’ve been caught up in this incredible whirlwind of sound, energy and activity over the past few days and it’s been hard to catch a breath away from the flute and the festival. Myriad things have taken place– from going to the Joy of Music School and presenting performing and making graphic scores with Knoxville familiesContinueContinue reading “a few crayons, graphic scores and a concert of unlit cigarettes”

transposed terrains

The festival opens and the faculty begins to plays in a room afloat with small delicate plastic bags, disguised as paper by a trick of light to tease the eyes. Stutters of sound arising from the heave of a breath interwoven with surges of electric energy; vibrations that grasp every bodily neuron with enveloping tenderness.ContinueContinue reading “transposed terrains”

Paganini under inspection…

…a tale in retrospect… I am so often selected for random airport checks- security and customs that I am beginning to ponder whether I exude an aura which screams-“please pick me!” Or perhaps it may also be attributed to the brightly clothing or my inability to resist smiling at people… The Houston, Texas department ofContinueContinue reading “Paganini under inspection…”

sweltering in fahrenheit, walking in miles and eating in pounds

It was just after midnight when I arrived at Volunteer Hall, or Vol Hall as the students and residents of the University of Tennessee (UT) term it. The front desk representative, despite not knowing any of the surrounding street names seemed quite amused that my uber driver could not find the entrance to the ginormousContinueContinue reading “sweltering in fahrenheit, walking in miles and eating in pounds”

Prelude on an eve of departure

In approximately six hours, before the sun has decided it must reveal a golden glow, a hopefully perky uber driver will be outside my door to transport me to the Brisbane International airport where more people machined with transport will help me to get to the Nief-Norf Summer Music Festival in Knoxville, Tennessee. But thisContinueContinue reading “Prelude on an eve of departure”