May 14, 2009
On my way to our fabulous party, I stopped at the studio of Michael Brewster, a Venice artist and CGU art professor who creates soundscapes. The sound moves around you in the studio. It feels like it is sometimes bouncing against your head, sometimes weaving from ear to ear. There was one piece that was this large soulful hum. The “It” in The Color Purple sounds just like that when It hums. There was this other dark throbbing sound. None of the sounds made me feel afraid or anxious. I wanted to paint, or write or create music. I wanted to generate something. But my dog would have hated the sounds, all of them, she would have howled at the top of her voice. And maybe that could be a soundscape too.
Then I was off to the Red Hen/Rattle party. Kegs of beer, wine, little snacks and the space is so open and airy and lovely. So many of our people there: Alan and Daveen Fox, Tim Green, Paul Cummins, Kim Dower and her artist husband Tom, Jamey Hecht and his wife Sava. He showed me his new shoes and was sporting a full beard. Richard Beban and his wife Kaaren Kitchell zoomed in from Paris for the party. Deena Metzger and her husband Michael Ortiz Hill. Brendan Constantine who makes my literary heart do flips. How does he do that with language while laughing and making us laugh and cry? Larry Bridges. Bart Edelman. Our fabulous staff. Adam, Sydney, Jin, Spencer, Lin. Steph Opitz had planned the party magnificently. Her amazingly cute boyfriend Sasha. Ileanna Portilla and Wes… ex-staff people were there. Lisa Krueger and her son Peter. Sarah Bein. My friend Jackie. Eloise Klein Healy. Mitchell Untch. Georgia Jones Jeffries. Lynne Thompson. Judith Pacht. Petra Eiko and her husband Helmut. Okay… there were over one hundred people there, you get the idea. We rocked that place, our DJ had the music going on. Red Hen and Rattle are a party. We hum. Maybe we are part of It humming. Maybe we are a soundscape vibrating.
And… I ran another ten miles this morning. Humming.