GRECCHINOIS
Vanishing from the Flux of Time
…While they only ever lasted four to five weeks each year, those summer trips to Nafpaktos always felt like time stopped. Part of this was the time in which we grew up in the 1980s, a time before cell phones and the internet. A voracious bookworm, I read countless books on the beach those summers, with seemingly infinite time at my disposal.…
The Grace to Begin and Belong
…Somehow, a month of seemingly disconnected and random projects that only seemed to share the fact of their new-ness to me coalesced into a monthlong meditation on identity, and how it affects the ways we not only see others, but ourselves, as well…
Always Amateurs
There is an adage that was somewhat prevalent when I was in my student days as a musician that went along the lines of: “Those who can’t do, teach”. I’ve always thought there was something deeply wrong with this line of thinking. It just felt like a way for insecure people to tear down the work and abilities of others…
Lament as Testimony
…Throughout the history of humanity, we have ping-ponged between two ideas about our relationship with nature: that we are a part of it, and that we are separate from it. In this oscillating narrative, we have also engaged in what can feel like a multi-generational struggle with.…
Snapshots in Time
…recordings are simply snapshots in time. Just like old photos we see of ourselves on Facebook, Instagram, or whatever social media platform we use for such things, depending on the day and how much nostalgia we feel, we will either marvel at those pictures or cringe at them.…
Chaos and Order
…This sense of deliberately-embraced chaos, and the question of how we maintain hope within it, became the thread I found running through everything I encountered this month. Revisiting the music of Bach, Buxtehude, and Strozzi in Santa Fe at the end of March, I was constantly reminded…
The Wrong Season
…As I was packing to leave San Francisco for this multi-city jaunt, the idea of preparing to sing Winterreise as the heaviness of a Midwestern summer was settling felt like a perversely timed venture. However, …
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