CAPO

Sheet music in shellac dissolving

The shellac dissolving photo should go with a post coming in a few days.  But it seems that life really just comes down to a few patterns that are drawn and colored in an infinite number of ways.

The flakes of the shellac as they fall downward through the denatured alcohol reads like a silent piece of music.
 

Saturday we opened up the doors and the heart of 3003 to tightened strings and rosined horsehair and varnished wood.

Dusted and arranged the place.  Just so.

CAPO.  Composers. Arrangers. Performers. Orchestra.  Each of the nine piece play one of their own. 

I'll take you up until the doors open and the line out the door is allowed in.  And the camera is put down to let the patterns of life and music once again caress and hold the center.

An hour of practice and correction.  Video and sound production being finessed.

 Re-noting.

Listening.

The sun as it goes away to allow the darkness back.

Crystal and Justin intent. 

They'll be more of these.  It was too precious, too beautiful, too special for there not to be.

Whether the next one lasts until 3:30 in the morning like this one will be seen.