Monday, February 16, 2009

Musical Interlude

Two weeks ago (I know, I'm slow at getting these things on to my blog)... Two weeks ago, the highlight of my work week came in the form of a somewhat surreal musical experience. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I work in the basement of a church which serves a hot meal to homeless men and women around lunch time. When I find myself getting bored of work or if I'm having a particularly slow day, I usually find myself down in the kitchen hanging out with the chef, Mike--a really nice guy who lets me invade his sacred cooking space. The other afternoon, after lunch had been served and Mike was cleaning up, I was in the kitchen chatting and a friend of Mike's comes in. As I later learned, this guy is Brazilian and is just passing through the city. His dad is some well known Brazilian composer who went to school with Leonard Bernstein. Anyway, this friend makes a comment about us needing to hear this amazing violin he has. The next thing I know, he's playing these beautiful pieces on his violin in the kitchen. Everything else just sort of stops and I find myself totally absorbed by the music. The first piece I don't recognize at all but I'm totally enthralled by it none the less. The second, I do recognize but it is being played in a way that I've never heard before. With additional notes, riffs and key changes. Surprisingly, the acoustics in the kitchen were pretty good and I'm not sure how long I was standing just listening but the whole experience was breath-taking. I would venture to say that this guy's playing was genius-- but what do I know about violinists? Suffice it to say that it made my week and it is not something that I think I'll forget any time soon.

1 comment:

Jason said...

I miss you too. Pick a nice restaurant (preferrably one that does not require particularly nice attire) and we will eat there on or around March 28th. Because this will be a special occasion, I will drop any cursory objection to drinking, pizza, and cabs as well.

Also, I am envious of your musical encounter. And should I assume that your search for a lonely, 60+ craigslist Valentine's bachelor was fruitless?