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Music - Telluride Bluegrass Festival and the Teeny Tiny World

As some of you may know, I am a musician.  Yup.  I really am.  Years of training and everything. No, I'm not kidding.  Yes, I sang professionally.  I had a competitive scholarship in voice and piano and went to Berklee College of Music.... where my love of listening to music was thoroughly beaten out of me by ear-training classes - which would have been more accurately called... "You will never truly enjoy listening to music again because you will listen too closely to everything you hear from now until the end of your natural born life." classes. I believe Ear Training is the closest mental non-metaphysical skill to Scientific Remote Viewing that exists. Luckily, Scientific Remote Viewing takes a slightly altered state of consciousness to achieve, which requires more energy, which means that every single time I think about something, I don't automatically slip into remotely viewing it.   Ear Training - listening toward musical arrangement and harmonic assessment, does not require an altered state of consciousness, nor more energy, so I do it whether I want to or not.  After Ear Training, most music makes my mind work too hard. I'll be the first to admit that sometimes this poor mind just wants to relax and be lazy.  Really lazy. However, there truly is one song that is pleasing to a mind that has been irrevocably bent by too much Ear Training. That song by Yes,  is - "Leave it." Now there are other songs that also don't hurt.  "The Glory of Love" a short sweet blues tune by Big Bill Broonzy is perhaps my favorite song of all time.  it goes like this: You've got to give a little, take a little, and let your poor heart break a little. That's the story of, that's the glory of love. You've got to laugh a little, cry a little, until the clouds roll by a little. That's the story of, that's the glory of love. As long as there's the two of us, we've got the world and all it's charms. And when the world is through with us, we've got each other's arms. You've got to win a little, lose a little, yes, and always have the blues a little. That's the story of, that's the glory of love. That's the story of, that's the glory of love. And here is a true story about six musical and environmental degrees of separation and what a teeny tiny world this is.... Big Bill Broonzy gave a concert with Pete Seeger in Michigan, the state where I was born, and Pete Seeger used to call me up just to chat about the world, the environment, and everything else he was thinking about at the moment, the year I worked at Clivus Multrum (composting toilets) in Cambridge, Mass. Because Pete Seeger has a composting toilet that he loves nearly as much as he loves people and music... though I think, after getting to know Pete Seeger through phone conversations that were supposed to be about his composting toilet but never really were, he loves people and talking to people and caring about people more than anything else in the world.  The last time I talked to Pete was about twelve years ago, and thinking about him now makes tears come to my eyes as I remember the amazingly kind love he gave just by talking about nothing in particular and everything in general over the phone.  Pete, if you ever manage to see this blog, please give me a call.  I miss you! But don't call this weekend - I am off to Telluride to the Bluegrass Festival.  (Maybe you will be there?) Why Bluegrass?  Because I have a friend who loves it, who loves me, who wants to share it. That's the glory of love! "You've got to talk a little, compost a little... go to Telluride and listen to Bluegrass a little," Oh dear... my arranging skills are rusty... very, very... ....rusty.

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