19 July 2010
She was used up. She had laid dormant and still for thirty years, no tune, no touch. She was stationed in the "winery," rumor has it at one time the "casbah." The place she sat was sold and the "winery" became the "studio." She remained and was unperturbed. The artist worked alongside her for three years. Sure, he stacked things upon her. She seemed invisible. He even stripped some of the ivory from her fingers. He did not see her insides. Until one day it was time.....Too much debris, all those pieces and scraps that he would someday use had instead become an obstacle to progress. She got caught up in the storm. He actually took a sledge hammer to her. She wailed in deep vibrating tones. Not so much protest, but a release of stored passion. Then she showed him her insides and he was thrilled, he had rediscovered her. Each finger a work in and of itself. Some ivory left, her small lead counterweights could still swing. Her fierce red felt lining still seared. He made a light of her. Her soundboard still intact, he chopped that free with his hatchet and he hung it on the wall. She beamed.......and so did he.
Posted by Daniel M. Hale at 8:33 AM
13 July 2010
04 July 2010
The most amazing experiment, that was born on the fourth of July 1776, is still a work in progress as it was intended to be. Thank you to those brave and strong and clever men that had laid such fertile ground for us all, and let us not forget those that have suffered to maintain that shining idea.
Posted by Daniel M. Hale at 7:40 AM