New York Showcase, Some Other Future's Past

Despite what it looks like with these stories, I try to think very little about my past.

What is done, I like to leave done.

Maybe this is me keeping a few memories for later? For a day when I will want to look back.

But now, after I close this story I won't look back. 

- keep telling yourself Rene...

I'll be starting new. Different. This will be a when, in some other future's past.

- well... lately my past and future blurring together. All because of

New York.

When I started playing music, or thinking about music seriously, it was up to New York. And all the time back again.

And again.

So many things in my life have happened to me in NYC.
Letterman, Carnegie, and late night jams. And celebrities. And parties. And sleeping on floors.  And walking through the streets at night in the rain reading poetry in the geometry of buildings.

Each a life created of one mind. Intricately working away at the life of itself. 

The city.

Seen like a Texan. 

A strange place with its own gravity. A dark tangle of ideas and dreams. A massive question on eight million foreign tongues, I don't understand, and back I go into the think of it on the 14th.

- Do you want to know what it is like to be a cell in a body? Or maybe just part of a cell? The cilium perhaps? Or the atoms inside the cilium? NYC makes me feel that small.

- and that's a great thing... To know I am small in this world.

Small movements. And small works. That everything in life is made from small works.

I can marvel at the big pictures. I can know or learn or be aware of big trends. Cultures. Of stars and currents. And gravity. And ages and ages. But I can only work in small moments.

That's how I feel now. Getting ready for what I know is a big show. (Big show for us). Big show for my family. Big for my future. And it is on a small scale. With small moments. And small movements.

A Song. A Verse. A Word. A Look. 

The small details that make a show worth seeing added up.

And all of it, is of small consequence to the world.

Everything to me is no thing at all.

What a feeling.

New York.

till then

-rene


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