Yesterday in Munich I played in a nice classical music hall, with great acoustics. At soundcheck Jon suggested that we move the microphone a little further away from the guitar, in the position we use in the studio. This is, of course, impossible to do when I play with the band, because the microphone would pick up too much of the drums and other sounds, but when I play solo and the guitar is the only instrument on stage… well, it sounded wonderful and we will use this position from now on.
Gorgeous giant screen above my head. Powerful projector. I miss seeing the images on my laptop during the performance, but it seems to work best when Jon operates the computer during the concert. When I stop top say something he hits the F-key, which pauses the last image on the screen. During intermission he hits the B-key to pause the slideshow and black out the screen.
Quiet, but appreciative audience. Or better, quiet and appreciative audience. Two encores. Said hello to Boris’s dad and to Gudrun after the performance.
Today we face the longest drive of the German portion of this little tour, about 4-6 hours in a car on the Autobahn.
I woke up a little before 06:00 and did Zazen for half an hour before going to breakfast. There I read these words:
Form, perception, ideas, volition, and consciousness are empty moonlight.
– Yasutani Roshi
The original quote is a little longer, but that’s the essence of it. I love that phrase empty moonlight, which I had not heard before.
Then I read this poem by Gary Snyder:
You be Bosatsu,
I’ll be the taxi-driver
Driving you home.
Bosatsu is the Japanese name for Bodhisattva, developed from Avalokiteshvara, the ancient deity of mercy.
Many layers to those three simple lines. You can make the big plans, you can save the world, you can be the compassionate one, while I’ll make sure you get home. I’ll simply do what needs getting done, while you make the big plans.
Drink earth and sunshine
a toast to new life past
Although that poem is not clearly labeled, I think the author is Robert Aitken. I love the last line. Everything that is, was a moment later. When we perceive anything, it has already become the past. A toast to new life past. The waves of the river are already water under the bridge. The flow.
Time to pack and go downstairs. We are leaving at 08:00.
View from my window, this morning:
I realize that I may not be able to upload music for tomorrow or next week. In that case I will upload several songs after I return to Santa Fe on 12. October.