Thursday, February 2, 2017

El Paso: Drums Under a Looking Moon



You may have noticed that I've already published several posts related to El Paso moons. Don't know what it is, but La Luna seems to love El Paso because she so often fixes her warm gaze on us with what feels like a special look.

And - On my bucket list is the desire to master some skills in drumming. I even have a drum, given to me by a beloved years ago. It travels with me and all my other worldly goods in my car when I move from year to year.

So how glad I was to learn about Echoes in the Park, a drumming circle that gathers every Friday evening at Upper Tom Lea Park between May and October! The park is close to my apartment, the view is inspiring, and the group members gracious and welcoming.

Below is a video that captures a drumming verse, the glory of the full moon, and the 24-karat glow that warms family play at Upper Tom Lea Park, overlooking El Paso and Juarez.




And because this September moon was so special, a video adoring same, highlighting El Paso and Juarez landmarks:



I am a lucky duck.











Wednesday, February 1, 2017

El Paso: Afternoon Keys


Esparza brothers, Organ Symposium, El Paso, Texas. September 2016.



September 2016.

While I miss dearly the always-accessible joie de vivre of the zydeco, cajun, and creole music of South Louisiana, I'm learning the nature of El Paso's music scene.

There is a wide and deep river of classical music here.

Organ Symposium, El Paso, Texas. September 2016.


One example of this was the Organ Symposium I attended one Sunday afternoon at Western Hills United Methodist Church on El Paso's west side.

Organ Symposium, El Paso, Texas. September 2016.


The musicians included children and adults, and both an organ and a piano.

Below is Ryan Esparza playing a piece by Liszt:



And below a turn with Mendelssohn by John Esparza:




Here is an endearing story played out by a father and sleepy daughter while Dennis Margheim performs a work:



Allowing fine classical music to wash over one's spongy brain is a not-bad way to pass a Sunday afternoon.