Kloncke

Been doin a lot of reading, reflecting, and relaxing the last few days.  I’ll try to share some thoughts once I get them better-formulated: on “resistance” as understood in politics and dharma; on greed and its tricky disguises; on a radical interpretation of the “no stealing” precept in Buddhist ethics; maybe even on sex and sexuality, since I haven’t talked about it hardly at all this entire year.

But today I’m more into reading and listening than writing, so here are a couple more lovely songs, from one of my favorite guitarists.

I saw Lionel Loueke (born in Benin) with a friend in New York in the fall of 2006, in a tiny hallway of a venue.  On top of falling for his music, I remember my delighted amazement when, midway through the performance (with his group at the time, Gilfema), he called spontaneously to a woman sitting in the row ahead of us, and she just stepped up on stage and started singing brilliantly along with the ensemble.  Just like that — from listener to performer.  It’s so easy to get mesmerized by the person onstage and forget that we might be sitting in an audience of musical geniuses.