Everything is Too Beautiful

The band I’m in played First Night in Northampton for the first time, and it was a wonderful experience.

So many appreciative people.

An eagerness for live music.

A Buddhist chanter,

a woman from Peru,

a mother I knew when the kids were in grade school,

a man who demanded to know when we were playing next.

It was hard to be so thirsty with a water bubbler standing in the alcove,

but no cups to be found anywhere.

Fireworks are very loud on the inside of a concrete garage.

The president of a college was dancing across the room.

When I was visiting home,

my father tried to teach me how to play a pansori beat on a Korean drum.

He said I played it too rock and roll.

He accompanied my son and it was beautiful.

My father looked happy and pleased.

A daughter who was going to travel on an airplane with two dogs,

was rerouted to stay home

and so a larger portion of a family diaspora ate acorn jelly together.

My brother has fun being a father

and it is great to see he still has the wild barely controlled smile he had as a child.

At the beginning of the pandemic I purchased some music books,

and I am finally learning how to use them on a tablet.

Today, for lunch, I ate orange chicken,

two vegetarian spring rolls,

rice,

a slice of Jamaican jerk pork,

a rectangle of chicken pot pie,

and a few quarters of roast potato.

After work I was so tired I took my first Covid test of the year

and it was negative.

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