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Very little Art occurring here lately, other than the usual dinners. Briefly, I have not been feeling well. So I thought I could at least describe for you the conditions of impasse. For instance: I have framed two paintings I made last summer and if I could find the hand drill again I might actually get the hanging wires attached so that they would be entirely finished and ready for display. But they have sat on the worktable for oh three weeks now. ( Read more... )

At Naperville we were talking about Whatever Happened To
various people, as one does, and particularly about people my Cuban attorney and I knew at the University of Miami some twenty years ago. So I went on Google and found a Decatur Jones webpage. He was not the airport of that name.

http://www.donheyserguitars.com/page11.html

Decatur was one of the fellows in the classical guitar program at UM. He was hugely talented as a player, composer and singer, and it is sad he is gone. But exhilarating to find his music still floating on those waves. brisingamen, I must direct your attention to the Dowland piece, very delicately rendered. Those of you with more modern tastes might enjoy the Leo Brouer (a Cuban composer). Some of the pieces designated "anonymous" here are Decatur's own -- folk blues, with attitude, what happens when a folk guitar player goes to college and soaks up classical training.

Number One Son instructed me on how to download these to my computer and set up a playlist. One thing at a time. Listening to "Deep River Blues" reminds me quite vividly of lunching at the southern cafe around the corner on Bird Road, where he discovered we could get a big plate of all the vegetables on the hot table for a dollar and a quarter. Grad students broke. Sweet corn and fresh string beans and blackeyed peas.