Stephanie’s instrument was recorder so from the outset it was evident we needed a harpsichord. My experience with music told me that if you had the instruments, the musicians would appear, a kind of magic. So if you had a guitar, for instance, everyone with an illusion of being the next Bob Dylan or Cat Stevens would show up in your living room. Given our new interest in Baroque and Classical, best would be to dispose of the guitar. I passed it along to my daughter Gretchen. She at nineteen was visiting Spain for the first time. She fell out with a bartender named Pedro and smashed my guitar over his head.Continue reading “Oktav (the Story of the Harpsichord)”
Yves sat fuming at a corner table in Las Palmeras. His scowl did not invite you to so much as say hello. He stared at the empty coffee cup, thinking so hard you could almost hear his thoughts. If you had, and you understood French, you might not want to hear those thoughts.
Two days had passed since his wife had walked out with a painter and sculptor named Fuchs. Almost everyone in the village knew it was happening before it happened, and everyone knew it had happened before Yves knew it. That’s where his thoughts were at the moment. Continue reading “The Liberator”
This long recording (almost 20 minutes) from 9 November 2012 is too large to upload to this web site, but here is an imperfect transcription.
JD: Tell me again about how you met Stephanie.
PM: Okay, when I left Tampa, I signed everything over to Lois and went back to live in Galilea. Continue reading “Meeting Stephanie, the Story of Lois and her Boyfriends, and More”