a day in the life of piano monkey

Green how I love you green. Green wind. Green boughs. The ship on the sea And the horse on the mountain. f.garcia lorca, a genius man said this. garcia lorca is one poet who entered my life one afternoon, by the side door. he sneaked in, like the blood spill, slowly spreading through the cracks of the floor, thick and coppery. with that metal gloss-sheen over. the bright red turning into deep burgendy as the weightless oxygen caressed its velvet surface. it was my post-1945 musicology class. the subject of the class was not lorca, but of george crumb. crumb is a master of colours and evocations. he creates these massive pictorial scores, full of flow and rhythm, of curves and movements. and though it is not obvious to even decipher his scores at first as there are so many 'new' notations- the signs and symbols that he exclusively uses for these puzzles. we even call his graphic notational chart as 'key,' like alice's 'keys' in her wanderings. as she roams ar...

about to hit the basket, monkey decided to go for a short walk, which turned into a rather saga- like exploration of colours red, amber and all shades of brown to black. i like my city in the evening, where there are enough light to make things just interesting enough. any earlier, it is a mayhem and any later, it is a grave. so here are some. and ooh it does make me love the quiet evenings. where the bright days colours sleep quietly, and all you see is mere silhouette of the daytime buzz. muted, matted and sandblasted.   a random walk around kengsinton market, toronto. a new mural went up while monkey was around uk. art deco, rather mucha-like. beautiful. i bet in the daytime, it just burns in that passionate brick red. oooh passion.   a nutter skull - a la - mexican - day - of- the- deads. the post box and the passing car, apparently suppresses with flaming red.   a random wanted note in corso italia. we all wanted a good mom. haha. now, the video- is she being good or...