Friday, January 4, 2013

Numberless Faceless Friends

Do you treasure certain specific moments of listening to music, moments that you will never forget, engraved upon your memory though perhaps in the most unlikely circumstances?

As a performer I treasure more than anything else having people tell me -- people I hardly know -- that they remember a piece I played thirty years ago in some little room on 58th St.

How many such people are there?  Who's counting?  Who wants to count?

There's the rub: Some of those people want to be counted, want to have faces, want to be part of what generates the performer's art.  To those people I owe my independence, my freedom to play as I wish, to teach experimentally, to carry on this blog.

To all of you, thank you!