In the late 80’s, before Gupta Technologies sent me live in London and teach classes around Europe, I traveled around the US teaching. When I had the chance to go to Boston in March, I jumped on it. I love Boston – its like San Francisco of the northeast.
During that trip I made a pilgrimage to Lowell, the hometown of one of my favorite authors, Jack Kerouac. As I was crossing a bridge I noticed a wagon stuck in the snow on top of the frozen ice of a mill canal that fed into the Merrimac River. This is one of those silly photos I remember and think about from time to time and I have no reason why.
Musically, I’m finally writing music with feeling and which also evokes either how I feel or have felt recently.