Last night I was awakened with urgency from my dream by the three women in the dream, Liz Lacompte, Kate Valk and Maryanne Amacher, who died tragically, recently. Kate and Liz were shaking me awake actually from within the dream, and urging me to participate in a blog in honor of Maryanne, her work, her legacy, her sad demise. Awoke to a huge thunderstorm, lightning flashing green in my window. OZ. Waking up at 3 AM in OZ. Stumbing to and fro from sleep pursued by muses. Here is the tape.
After a long day I was visited by another muse, Holly, age almost one, on her daddy’s hip. Now Holly will be the first baby blogger. She’ll have a blog before she can talk. She’s brilliant and determined and often disappointed by her inability to do the things she sees people doing around her. Talking, Walking, Blogging, Directing Festivals. I had just put the first string on my sugar gum harp, added the water bottle resonating gourds, and tuned it up when Vic came up with Holly. Holly, I could see, could use some cheering up. So I made her this song, the first song played on the sugar gum harp. Holly’s Song. Her mom took the picture.
Bruce with the Sugar Gum Harp, playing Holly's Song
