still glowing

from the show at SALAAM last night.

Standing room only. A room so full of receptive energy and desi ambience, it brought things out of me on stage that haven't happened before. Like crying on the last part of Shilling Love.

After the show, I walked 20 blocks uptown, at 10pm, to catch more APAP showcases. Revelled in the lights and energy of Broadway, played with the fantasy I entertain each time I'm in NY:

What if I moved here? 5 hours closer to England and Kenya, 3 hours nearer their time zones, hundreds of dollars cheaper to get to the people I love. And so many rich fertile political, artistic communities here that fill me with excitement.....

Then I remember sub-freezing temperatures, and long winters, and the paucity of hiking trails. Smile ruefully and let it go.

I listened to Les Yeux Noir, gypsy klezmer from Paris, do incredible things with violins. There is so MUCH extraordinary soul-expanding music, dance, art, in the world - sometimes I feel a kind of despair at how microscopically little of it I can experience in a lifetime.