tonight's specimen

Tonight, continuing with the experiment, I'm listening to "The Carnegie Hall Concert" by Keith Jarrett.
Part 5, at the end of disc one, is a real journey. I'm on to disc two now.
It is music that really must be attended to, as there is a great feeling of presence brought to the playing of the music.
So I won't sit and type through it. And I also won't offer a critique... That's one thing about the whole blogging-life: everybody these days who blogs has turned into some kind of critic. Even artists. I know we have lots to say about different things, works of art, restaurants, wines, cities... but I'm beginning to feel that all of this "crit" kind of pollutes the air and sometimes separates me from my own direct experiencing. I'll try here to give the sense of my experience, and leave it at that. Or even be more brief. Hallelujah.

Listening to this Keith recording is particularly poignant and powerful for me, and also bittersweet---for very personal reasons.
And his music is perfect company on this solo night, clear after a day of rains---a quiet night, accompanied by some home-cooked food, a bottle of Kosta Browne Pinot Noir, and all those inner thoughts that never seem to cease. "Geez, I can't find my knees"...