Not that I really wanted to take on the polarizing issues of the day, but that last post was my first and maybe only foray into the evolutionary kettle of worms. Thank you all for keeping things on a civilized level (except for that automated hate-comment spambot that got deleted the moment it attacked). I appreciate all of you much more than you know and send out my thanks for the intelligent discussion in the comments section. So stay with me; I’ll move things back to the art/science/nature/bird/banjo track, my personal comfort zone, in just a moment.
What else is new? Last night I attended an intimate concert in Tulsa, a rare treat for all who were there, the brilliant acoustic duo of Darol Anger and Philip Aaberg. I know Darol from way back when, and he can sweep you off your feet with the beauty of his fiddle-work, his elegant lines and sweet tone. Philip Aaberg was new to me, a dynamo who’s feet dance a lively jig when he’s hammering the piano. A northern boy from Montana, his improvisations have a prairie touch to them. His compositions evoked for me the image of a home crafted by Frank Lloyd Wright: clarity and air held together by rocks and mahogany. He’s a sturdy support beneath the lightness of Darol’s fiddling: a rugged and wide-open field beneath a soaring flight of meadowlarks. Sublime.
And lest I get too hyperbolic over here, I’d like to show you this video I made in the Amazon of The World’s Biggest Ant. Enjoy!