Wow! What a day. My new Toronto roomate Aarty has officially accepted me as a member of his band Dubmonkey. Nothing beats strong jams, smoothe as peanut butter, eminating from my living room. Sitar, drums, accordian, keys, flute, bass were felt through the floor boards.
To top off the glory of today, I took a spontaneous trip to Massey Hall to catch one of my childhood idols, Mr. Don't Worry be Happy, Bobby McFerrin. With only a microphone, two 500ml water bottles, and a red t-shirt he took to the stage. His whole being radiated his musical gifts. He improvised, called people to dance on stage and interpretted their musical bodies, sang unplanned duets with audience members and sent chills down the canals of 2000 ears and 1000 spines. To top it off he patiently sat and signed CDs for a 200 plus line up.. I picked up his new CD "VOCAbularies" and stood in line. I met a fellow beatboxing tabla-studying guy from Quebec whilst in the cue, and we opted that we would serenade the man when it was our turn. Bobby like a wandering minstrel sang and signed, sang and signed...and when it was finally our turn, we kicked a beat for him with our lips...and had the legend diddling along with us. What a treat!
Here's a clip of Bobby McFerrin demonstrating the power of the pentatonic scale and its relation to expectation...seeing him do this live was out of this world...to get a whole crowd to sing was pretty awesome on its own, but to have it be cued by a bouncing man was even better!
And of course...
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