A fifteenth century chorale work performed in a fifteenth century church in Venice.

Lower east side - happy - small - exciting

King Sunny Ade at Millennium Park, Chicago, 2016

A church in Köln (St. Maternus?) where I sat in a pew with Stockhausen's ex-wife and two of his daughters watching a son of his perform.

A noise show once. The boundaries between my body and the air and the other people had faded. The music had made us one consciousness.

Philip Glass Ensemble at Malmö Live in 2019.

Lorraine Hunt Lieberson - "Ich Habe Genug" - at the theatre at John Jay. Extraordinary. RIP. There was also another noteworthy event at that same theatre - dance with music: Mark Morris hand-picked one of his dancers (Dallas McMurray) to perform "O Rangasayee," first time ever that it had been danced by someone else. It was mesmerizing, as the Morris performance had been back in the '80s.

James Maddalena singing "Winterreise" at BAM, in the late '80's I think. Or maybe Mark Stewart playing something terrific on his guitar at a donor event at David's place in Soho a long time ago. Or the Tuvan throat singers at a Marathon at the Winter Garden a long time ago. Can't stop... but must stop. Will stop.

In 2000 I lived in Dallas and saw the Suicide Machines live. It was August and it was a crappy club and it must have been 115 degrees inside. The bass player got overexcited and passed out in the middle of the set (luckily he wasn't hurt). His bandmates got him up, splashed water on his face, put the instrument back in his hands and the moment he was cognizant he shouted a truly punk rock "ONE TWO THREE FOUR" and they launched into the tune again. So punk rock.

Performing with my friends on the streets of South Africa