Richard and I went to a concert to hear the resident musicians at Menlo College performing tonight:  everything from Brahms to Gershwin’s jazzy notes to a new artist in New York whose work our friend Russ had commissioned but had had to download the music, still written in longhand, for the performance. It was that new.  I didn’t hear the composer’s name nor Russ’s description very well, but I tell you: New York City put into music, beautiful music, is how the piece sounded to me. The subway, the rush of commuters, the quiet of the museums, he’d captured it exquisitely and I could spend hours listening just to that and whatever else the man might write.  (Someone can stop me right here and tell me it was all about crop circles in cornfields or something, whatever, I  loved it.)

That was from the fellow who, if you will, wrote the pattern that knitted all the sounds together.

The men who were working with their hands using instruments invented centuries ago to create a thing new and unique each time they followed those given patterns were the musicians (you get to hear them here) that are the Saint Michael Trio.  They were selling CDs to help fund music festivals and commissions such as the one we got to hear.

It strikes how what they do echoes what we knitters do. From our ever-improving skills and our hands and our hearts to reaching outward.

And then they topped off the evening with a soothing-then-rocking-out “Stairway to Heaven” that was the best. version. EVER !!!