Monday, November 27, 2006

In the front room of the cafe, Egyptian music was playing on CD. In the back room, two guys were playing bluegrass. As I walked between rooms, I felt a common root of the musics. "There not much happening in this little town, so we will play many notes fast, and that will be what is happening."

There is much time for practice in such still small towns, and in the many notes game, practice makes beauty.