Sunday, June 15, 2008
SoundPlay at Rowe Camp — Music, Sound, Rhythm, and Listening
Father's Day morning, and — sleeping in my empty bunkhouse at the Rowe Camp in Western Mass — I am awakened at the crack of dawn by birds singing like there was no tomorrow, each one determined to bring on the morning sun, to dispel the overnight mist, by the sheer brilliance and beauty of natural voice. And how appropriate — this is the weekend I wrote about as my Father's Day present (last April, in "Music In My Soul"); now I'm writing on the last morning of my stay at Rowe.
So here I am — up early because the birds woke me up, relaxing on the balcony of my bunkhouse in the woods, drinking the espresso part of my Father's Day gift from the love of my life. Her card lovingly affirms her experience of being my life- long partner and how much joy my inclination towards music has brought to her life, to our daughters, and into our home.
The card/gift + this weekend experience… I couldn't imagine a better Father's Day present !! — ♥ three days with a wildly eclectic collection of (25) "music people", all in agreement that (for this weekend) there's no such thing as a wrong note ♥ fully participating — making SoundPlays in every combination of personalities and sounds imaginable ♥ singing every note that comes to mind ♥ vocalizing every sort of sound I can imagine ♥ sound healing and ritual ♥ playing dozens of instruments (strings, brass, didgeridoo (huh?), percussion, woodwinds, conch) ♥ and the astonishing experience of really listening… like I've never experienced listening before !!
Check out the (Flickr) snapshots of Rowe, Paul Winter, and the weekend participants (or SlideShow). Or, for more action, see the YouTube video clips: ♥ two clips led by the Masla father and son duo rocking and then more rocking after lunch before our leader arrived, ♥ Paul Winter explaining the pentatonic scale called "Koto", ♥ percussion and improv dancing, ♥ strings and steel drums, ♥ Peter and John make our very foundations vibrate with dueling didgeridoos, ♥ conch shells with a low pitch and then two octaves, ♥ violin, cello, didgeridoo, ♥ the conch finale from our Earth Wind Fire Water ritual, and our final listening experience ♥ Paul Winter's ethereal soprano sax performing a favorite track from his latest CD, Crestone.
Of course, all of the multimedia recordings provide only a glimpse of this phenomenal experience that has nevertheless left me with the solid affirmation that I really do have Music In My Soul. And for that I shall always be eternally grateful.