Memorial Park, November 17th
The air was thick with a hint of ash and rain. The fires had been burning for 2 days up in Clausland Mountain and we were settling into a FOR VIBRATION. A classic Sunday morning none of us would soon forget.
Fewer people showed up in Memorial Park this morning but the chemistry between the players was above and beyond anything I've witnessed in a long time.
Greg blazed over The Tappan Zee Bridge with fire in his eyes. The man carries an arsenal of percussion second only to Neil Peart's 360 degree drum kit. This guy means business.
About 30 minutes into the wave, Raasti played a didgeridoo solo and the place exploded with rhythmic fireworks. Greg led Raasti into a wall of drones and sounds between his djembe and bucket cans for roughly 10 minutes. The didgeridoo was a catalyst for moving everyone in the circle. It lit us up. It fed the fire and we all responded in a state of complete mental absorption. It was a slow burn that turned into a hot smoldering cauldron of Molten Lava.
45 minutes into the set I am in a half conscious state surrounded by brothers and sisters jamming, singing and dancing over an onslaught of drums, didgeridoo and percussion. I am completely dazed and bewildered by what is happening.
My mother and father were on the outside of the circle with us vibing every step of the way. The circle had sucked them both in like a vacuum cleaner and by the final moments, Ellen and Artie were wailing with tambourines and shakers in hand.
I began singing to my mom and dad and I remember thinking at one moment, just sing your ass off and tell them how you feel. Two of the most treasured and beloved people in my life. Completely raw and emotionally naked singing and dancing and shouting at the top of my lungs, "Mom and Dad! I want to thank you I want to thank you I want to thank YOU!"
I am surrounded by an all star cast of players with equal parts rhythm, heart and an introspective awareness and appreciation for each other and for the moment. In a world of constant distraction what a gem to experience total presence.
The pulse hit us hard like a ton of bricks on Sunday. We all knew it.
We were officially in love.
In love with the groove, in love with the song, in love with each other, in love with the great town of Nyack, in love with the gazebo, in love with every single atomic cell emanating from all of us and, in love with the thought of next Sunday.
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