A Brief Respite From Our Regularly Scheduled ProgrammingThere was a small set of confluence this evening; I was listening to Trio Mediaeval's latest, dulcet, impossibly blended Nordic Sopranos accompanied by a gentleman percussionist adroit with, amongst other things, a jawharp. The combination begins strange, but rapidly warms. I set that down to watch Clay Shirky's talk about sitcoms for a bit, as the storms came thrumbling in.
Somewhere in there I got into a YouTube duel with Mr. Referent. I get into these with my brother from time to time - entire conversations consisting of YouTube links, each a play upon the last, each a step further into the strange and beautiful. YouTube is a good medium for this. Mr. Referent opened up his hand and offered up the live performance of a piece titled Baiana, by Barbatuques. Some thoughts came to mind, in rough order:
I'm pretty sure somewhere in there that man is throat singing whilst playing a jawharp.
And: if he isn't, well then why not.
And: why am I not learning to do that right now.
So I step out across the web in search of a good instrument, and I end up at the virtual shop of a gentleman in Port Costa, California who makes high-quality, hand crafted jaw-harp muskets.
Tomorrow should be interesting.
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