I am sharing the day yesterday with Our World Tuesday, with many thanks to Arija, Gattina, Lady Fi, Sylvia, Sandy and Jennifer for hosting.
Yesterday was a day of riding up a huge hill in the rain to UBC for a piano lesson with Bogdan Dulu, feeling inspired that he is such a caring and gifted teacher, cycling back home with tired legs, pelting wind and rain, entering our apartment to the warmth of Bill's empathy, walking in the wind and rain again (it has to be mentioned) with Bill and Black Jack to the comfort of beautiful people and art at Harrison Galleries, completing a crossword and a Sudoku puzzle as we ate our delicious treats, coming home and napping while Bill shopped for groceries (!), and then attending a concert at The Roundhouse after supper. Thinking back on the day, I realize I loved every minute of it. Even the wind and the rain.
At the very end of the day, as I was going back through my photos, and thinking of doing a facebook post to show the musicians their photos (will do that today), I came across a post by Shauna, a former colleague. She is the kind of teacher every parent would wish for their child, the kind of friend you never forget. She included part of her eulogy to her father on the two-year anniversary of his death. It is a little bit long but you will read it in a flash because the words will take you straight to her heart. Life-changing, those words can be, if you find the time to listen. She has given me permission to post them here. Thank you, Shauna for your beautiful wisdom and heart. As an introduction to her words, I am posting a photo of her father with his granddaughter, Shauna's daughter. At the end, there is one of Shauna with her two children.
Thanks again, Shauna. The small events of the rest of my day are all the more precious because of your words.
I took photos at the concert. It was titled "The Deep Time Project" and the quoted words below were taken from this web site.How does the Earth measure time? In days, seasons, decades…millennia?"
"How does our time perception expand and contract in states of deep meditation?"
"And what does it mean to hold infinity in your hand and eternity in an hour?"
This is Bill with his nephew-in-law, Paul. Seeing Paul twice in one day was a gift. It had been a surprise to see him at UBC in the morning as I was waiting for my piano lesson. One of the professional musicians coaching students in UBC's Baroque Orchestra Mentoring Programme, he had caught the ferry early in the morning from Victoria, after intense rehearsals and a concert there on the weekend. When I saw him, he was just about to do his UBC gig, and then had one more engagement for the day, to record the concert we were about to see in the evening. He had to be exhausted, but as always, his ready smile and huge spirit was in full working order. Below, he and Bill caught up on the latest news. They look serious, but that's because I caught the photo on the sly :)
Recording live performances involves skills that..
amaze me. The workings of a mind capable of understanding all those little dials(never mind invent them) is fascinating to me..
and I'd say Bill is even more drawn in by..
the breadth of technical creativity about us."Over the course of one evening, with a vast array of gongs and an ensemble of some of Vancouver's finest percussionists, Redshift [explored] the answers to these questions in: The Deep Time Project."
As each instrument was tapped or struck or caressed or even bowed, responding sound vibrations were projected on a screen.
Percussionists Martin Fisk, Jonathan Bernard, Vern Griffiths, Katie Rife, Timothy Van Cleave, Nicholas Jacques, Chris Blaber, Robin Reid, Brian Nesselroad and Danny Tones..
were so focused on the sounds they were creating,
I felt they were almost lost in the intense communication of the moment.
Sounds were received and passed from one to the other..
as the colours shifted and chased each other around the screen.
Most of their instructions were written in words rather than in musical notation. Here, this musician listens and watches, ready to take up the musical message from a colleague.
I tried to catch the way the sticks danced, sometimes moving so quickly, their path through the air made a sort of white stream of light. I wasn't able to portray that..
but it sure was fun trying.
All of the musicians had dance-like movements, but this girl, in particular, seemed to float..
along the path the sound travelled.
I wonder if you can almost feel..
It was an hour-long performance with no break, and I'm guessing they were exhausted but energized afterwards. Though the audience was small (just 31 people), the response was very enthusiastic. Jordon Nobles, the artistic director (not in white), was called to the stage to celebrate with the musicians. Stretching our ears and our brains with new ways of thinking about music is something that leaves a lot of pleasure in its wake. I am grateful to people who share their passions and their talents with us.
After the performance, I thought of the time and effort that had gone into assembling..
all of those instruments. In a day of gloomy weather, 10 musicians and a lot of support people made our day a rich one. As Shauna said, "I don't want to let this life pass me by." It won't, Shauna. Since I've known you, I have seen that quality of appreciation in you for the small stuff, and now, I know it was planted by your father long before you and I met. Thank you for the reminder. We didn't let the day pass us by yesterday, and we will remember your words, and those of your father, in the days to come.
Thanks for visiting everyone. I appreciate each one of you so very much. If you have time to stop by Our World Tuesday, that would be great.