P O S T . . . . . K R A K !
12. 31. 98..........99

        
it has 
          taken some time to send this note as it has not been clear when 

          I would have a calm moment since the wild 
          feather slogging fest of new 

          years. I am writing this from a hotel room overlooking the leblon 

          beach in rio de janerio and tomorrow I 
          will start work on a project 

          that will afford more time in a recording studio than the beach. it 
          is 

          summer here and humid (like NYC august humidity, which is a bit of a 
          

          shock as a few days ago I was huddling by the fire.)

        


          but enough about the lovely fact that the southern hemisphere has the 
          

          opposite seasons than the north.

        


          the zone. once again, 
          the call went out and was answered. the 

          musicians: karma (bells, 
          cymbals, long horn, clarinet, coronet and I'm 

          sure a few things I didn't catch), tim 
          (traps and percussion), paul 
          

          (prepared piano), elliot 
          (guitar), david (soprano 
          sax), jim (samples 

          and who knows what) and matt 
          (scratches) all of whom cooked up a 

          delicious underground 
          groove that pushed us up to the barrier of last 

          year and propelled us solidly into this one. (a note: this was the 

          first time this group even met each other...) also thanks to sigi, 
          

          victoria and maria for making the balloon a reality 
          and to mario who 

          showed up with a cross bow. ok, so for those who weren't there and 

          don't know what I am talking about, it's this: at the stroke of 

          midnight mario fired a 
          crossbow at an inflated weather balloon that was 

          hung from the ceiling. inside the balloon was a grand volume of 

          feathers that victoria spent an hour stuffing into it (and I'm well 
          

          sure she won't ever do that again...). at that new years moment, there 
          

          was a pop, and 
          then a shower of white and it was snowing inside the 

          zone. a cheer went up and the party simply exploded.

          the inspiration for the balloon came from an art exhibition that sigi 
          

          torinus and andrea sunder-plassmann mounted at gallery 
          16 (and 

          elsewhere globally) called browsing beauty. check out their really 

          cool web site for more info sigi.cc 
          and sunderplassmann.de

          so the really cool thing about new years eve, it is the one consistent 
          

          moment in our lives that we get to witness time collapse: the last year 
          

          becomes encapsulated in an instant, we feel it's weight that we are 
          

          about to sluff off, and simultaneously we stare down the barrel of the 
          

          next with all it's possibilities. 
          and then in a moment, we molt off 

          last year's battered skin and put on that shiny new future. I love 

          that, this embracing of all of our hopes and dreams 
          where everything 

          seems more than possible: falling in love, seeing the world, doing good 
          

          work, giving and receiving gifts and an all around getting down with 
          

          getting down. a few people asked if I got my bike back, I said 'no, 
          I 

          got this instead' gesturing out into the room filled with feather 

          covered dancing souls.

        


          at the end of the evening I remarked that the 
          floor looked like flying 

          above clouds on a moonlit night. and last night I knew it was 
          true, as 

          I was simultaneously home and yet traveling very far away.

          next time the zone erupts just prior to valentine's day, so how about 
          L 

          for 'lust'. 
          anyone got any ideas, any lustful 
          ideas?

        

        
 
        
 
          

            
 
              
 

                
 
                
 

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