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By Edmundo Daudi Date: 2010 Oct 12 Comment on this Work [[2010.10.12.01.44.23645]] |
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One other small piece of info on the money I was given. The guy that gave me the ten bucks was listening for a while about ten yards to my left, sitting on sea wall, and I had been aware of him in my periphery for maybe ten minutes or so. He then approached me and had a wad of cash in his hand. He pulled out a ten dollar bill, while at the same time I was realizing what was happening and was asking shyly with awkward embarrassed surprise "your going to give me money?" My first thought was to not take it, but then I immediately had the idea of taking it and framing. I told him all of that, that I would like to take the money so I could frame it as the first money I have ever received for music I was making. We chatted for a minute or two. He was nice, a very new age good looking wizened old man, small and spry, twinkled eyes, a twenty-year-old trapped in a body fifty years wiser, the kind of aging Mick Jaggeresque bad-ass you would not want to pick a fight with, but also who doesn't fight, and an urban Yanomami. He told me I was there, playing those congas, for a very obvious higher-order reason, told me he was from up north, Boston maybe, and the he loved Miami because it was different and special, and that he could tell me everything about everything, all the shit that is gonna go down etc., but that he would not, because if he started in on the subject, he would talk for ever. He told me he loved the music I was making and that I was very welcome to the neighborhood, and that it was beyond safe for me. Then he pointed out to the part of the park that reached the most out into the bay, and said he is heading out there; that out there is where he goes to pray, and sleep. Then he walked on, and as he left, he turned around and told me that it's ok if I use the ten bucks for food. Another man simply said to me "you made my day". I am happy today, and ice-breaking through discouragement's frozen sea. |