Bow Riding
Tonight's Soundtrack: Zakir Hussain and Dave Holland: Crosscurrents, 2018
There is something marvelous about a bow riding across a bass string. The resistance of the rosin and horsehair over the string sets off a resonance that feels wholly human. It feel like a thing that you can feel in your soul, that awakens centuries of accumulated history, generations of tragedies, entire lineages of love making. It is all transmitted and received through the arm, across the chest, where the body presses seductively against your waist, and even into your head when you lean close to the tuning machines.
Just a simple drone is is like rock forming, like the surface of a mountain top lake. It is like a clear blue sky in the height of summer.
A single note wavers in anticipation.
A singe note wavers in anticipation.
How can such an instrument exist, that feels it was made for human intimacy?
All one needs to do is listen.
A memory reconfigured.
To stand one with the bass
and feel each note
as if someone was breathing
down your throat.
Take care and be well,
Leo
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